My next two cats
Sparky and Claude (also known asd clod, another story) were male cats we got from a rescue centre, but Sparky's real name was Jean. someone had named their cats after the fooking Muscles from Brussels, jesus wept!

Anyway, sparky and clod were nervous little things for about 6 months after we got them, then almost overnight turned into fat lapcats, around this period they also went gay.

Beforehand any cat wandering into their territory would be confronted by two evil fight machines, who would double team (sorry! poor van damme reference!) anything vaguely cat-like into a bloody mess, but no, they turned, was all very strange.

I would wake up and sometimes find three, yes three bags of purr on my bed hoping for some love and attention, wtf?!?! first time scared the living shit out of me.

We would come home and find they had invited the neighbours cats round for dinner. So we got them magnetic collars, only to spot that one or the other would leave his arse in the flap so another cat could bundle straight in afterwards. wtfx2?!?!

Clod was seen stepping out with a huge great big evil flat headed maniac, who was also a v v v male cat, and when the hgbefhm passed away clod could be found sitting outside his house for weeks afterwards, a bit sad.

Both of them used to walk one either side of me down the road and get the top of their heads scratched as i hunched along, neighbours thought i was odd but the cats were cute.
(Halfy By light alone, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 11:12, Reply)