Marack Drock, on 13 August 2015 - 06:01 PM, said:
Say hello to my oldest and best friend. This is my cat Schumann who is now 15 years old. Been through tough and good times with this kitty. When I was down she comforted me, and when I was happy..... she went and slept somewhere.

She loves sleeping on Styrofoam.
Mine EATS styrofoam.
He was a street rat we adopted. Here he is, our cat Hugo:
We were at a party, and he was the cutest teeny kitten begging for scraps under the table. Utterly fearless and adorable, and super affectionate.
Or so we thought. Turns out he was just malnourished and infested with parasites. Once we fed him up and the vet cleared up the other stuff, he revealed that he was in fact 9/15ths purebred insane psychopath and 2/15ths hyperactive engine of destruction.
He embarked on a weekend orgy of destruction around our house that saw two separate trips to the vet after he partially devoured a foam mattress and ate every single paper invitation from our fridge. Seriously - he didn't chew them, he
ate them. He even managed to murder and partially swallow a Jake the Dog fridge magnet I had. We had to draw up a baby proofing plan that also included the removal of every curtain in our house, which proved no match for his tiny kitten claws and singular determination. My wife was exasperated, I was in awe.
He only ever eats food off the floor, won't touch anything in a bowl. We had to fit 3 bells to his collar because the local wildlife was no match for him - except for a magpie that he somehow brought down a year or so later (despite the three bells that made him sounding like santa's friggin sleigh when tiptoeing) that fought back so ferociously that our cat had to make another trip to the vet to treat all the lacerations. We took the magpie in also, which ended up as a pet, and to this day is the only animal that our cat leaves alive as an apparent sign of respect.
We have a cat curfew here, cats have to be locked up after dark. He managed to escape once and was captured by a ranger, who called us to report that he had our cat, that our cat had then somehow escaped, and that our cat had managed to somehow catch a rat and deposit it's eviscerated corpse on his desk. When we collected our cat, he was curled up in the hood of the jacket the ranger was wearing as an apparent sign of dominance.
My kids
adore him. Amazingly, he more than tolerates them. He actively seeks them out for pats, and they've learned
very important lessons about respecting animals boundaries and reading their body language. He's only ever
really scratched once, when one of my girls was toddling to our lounge room after a bath and accidentally stood on his tail.
HE SCRATCHED HIS NAME INTO HER. H FOR HUGO.
BEST. CAT. EVER.