Dear's cat just passed away.
He was a rogue. A renegade that didn't want to confirm nor follow the rules laid down by Dear's mom.
He was toilet trained. But only if he didn't feel rebellious.
Hence the name he was given by Dear's dad (I swear that her dad kind of thought of him as a kindred spirit.)
He formed a triumvirate of the three big (AKA Fat)
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