The Bluesman

Have I mentioned that Blue is XXL? XXLT, actually. I've seen smaller Schnauzers. Paris Hilton would look like the Hunchback of Notre Dame if she tried to carry him in her handbag.

He is a loner kitty, having been raised as a single cat by his previous owners. And he is weirdly defensive for all the wrong reasons and at all the wrong times because said previous owners had him front-declawed.

But he is a 25 lb bag of mush. Mostly. And lately, he lives on my desk and thinks the mouse and its cord are things that are rightly his to play with. He'll come and fling himself down in the space between the keyboard and monitor and hit any number of PF keys and invariably the ESC key as he lolls around. Expecting to get pet.

Blue is also an extremely hairy cat. I think it's possible to brush away 10 lbs of fur to get to a normal sized cat.

What a show man this guy is. When he whomps down on the desk, he squirms onto his back with his huge feet in the air. This isn't a request to be pet, this is a dare. As in, I dare you to pet my belly. For such a big cat, he makes kitten noises.

He has a short attention span. I can cuddle him up and pet him and tell him how wonderful he is and he'll take about three minutes of that before he jumps down. Then he jumps back up and begs to be pet again.

And a little unpredictable, too. I just reached over to pet him and he bit me, the stinker.

Hm. Perhaps I have been too lavish with my praise...