Adoptable! Now!
Love Machine in Novelty Tuxedo Jammies
Okay, so I was hoping that having only one cat would make finding a roommate easier, but no. I'm going to be homeless in 15 days, which is fine for me but not for the love machine snoozing on my shoulder right now. He is not much of a panhandler. He likes snoozing. Snoozing and pile driving you with affection, usually when you are on the toilet.
His name is Zakarias Warburton, a butler from the distinguished line of Warburtons, whose name (from the Hebrew/Olde English) means "The Lord Recalled a Loaf of Pre-Sliced Bread." It is apt.
Aggression, territoriality, and leaping on things elude him. He is more a creature than a cat, which perhaps explains the sexy novelty tuxedo pajamas. Sometimes, if you forget about the toilet cover, you will find the back half of them hanging from your toilet, little white spats dangling in the air. He is fascinated by toilets. He is wormed, vaccinated, clean, and neutered. He rarely "uses his words." Staring at you with expressions ranging from sturdy confusion, to adoration, to torpid lust, is much more his speed. If you leave a spare hand around, he will nuzzle his face under it until you remember about petting. He knows his priorities. He is usually appalled by yours, inasmuch as they do not revolve around being in love with HIM. And his jammies. Although you may agree about toilets.
Sturdy Confusion.
Adoration? Torpid Lust?
Torpid Lust.
Won't you let Zak come make love to your shoulder? He desperately wants to! Thanks...