If you look closely at this picture of Angus Mhor, you can see one of his "catcher's mitt" front paws. He has seven toes on each front foot, which is common in his breed. He is a Pixie-Bob, which is a natural cross between a Bobcat and a tabby. This results in a large cat with very distinctive stripes, a deep chest, very strong back legs and a short tail. Angus' tail is about six inches long. Pixie-Bobs tend to be very people-oriented cats. Angus is three years old and has lived with his Mom, Dad and Sticky Little People since he was a little kitten. His Mom saw a picture of him on the Web and fell in love with him. She drove from Texas to Oklahoma to pick him up. She picked out his name because it suits him very well. Angus Mhor means "exceptionally big, strong and valorous." Angus' home has a very nice back yard with a high fence and Angus used to be let outside for short periods of time to explore and have great fun. However, though he never tried to jump the fence, his Mom decided that he was getting a bit too adventurous and he picked up a virus somehow, so he is a mostly inside kitty now. The smallest Sticky Little Person sometimes opens the back door for him, but these excursions tend to be very short, as the Mom always notices the open door and fetches him back in. His Mom did get him a walking jacket, so he could go out again, but so far Angus hates it. He has also figured out how to get out of it, so I don't know how this will work out. Angus has a girlfriend, Delilah, and they are very fond of each other. The Road Trip for Love stopped at Angus' house on the way to Las Cruces and a great time was had by all. One of Angus' favorite games is Bop a Little Sticky Person. He gets up on the back of a chair and bops as the Little Sticky Person walks by. Angus absolutely loves any toy that has feathers on it, but he is rough on them. In the middle of the night, he will play with his toy, whapping it all around the house, until he whaps it into the human litterbox room. He then whaps the toy into the human litterbox, making it rather soggy. Most of the time, his Mom notices the toy in the litterbox before she does her business in the morning, but Angus has lost some toys this way.
Angus just hates his walking jacket.
He would like nothing better than to bite and attack it.
It binds him so
And makes him go
Plop on his side -- mean old walking jacket.