OK I see it now... cute little bugger!
Lemme dig out a picture of He-Who-Runs-the-Household-But-Pays For-Nothing-At-All -- that is, my cat, Tigger II, who almost never goes by that name; when he puts on the obnoxious act, it's usually 'Putz' or some other choice words. But we love him to death! (And he knows which side the bread is buttered on!
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He started hanging around the house as a kitten when my mother and I were living in Sacramento, then he disappeared for a few months. Apparently the previous owner wasn't treating him good or moved out abandoning him, and he being more of a house cat, he was being picked on by the stray cats hanging around the complex. (Don't ask me why, but Sacramento must be a haven for stray cats.) So he grew attached to us and now is a full-grown spoiled brat. And he knows it too.