Happy birthday, Marinetti!

This roly-poly fellow is eight years old today. Accordingly, eight things I love about teh Marinetti:

• He has the loudest purr of any cat on the planet. Seriously. He sounds like a motor. As well as the super-loud motor purr, he also trills. If he's really happy, he purrs and trills at the same time.
• He lets me do humiliating things to him, like sit him on my lap and play "Eensy Weensy Spider" with his paws.
• I bought him presents totay, but he totally didn't give a shit. He let Luna play with them and then ate her food when she was distracted.
• Most of the time when there's a news story about a really fat cat, it turns out that Marinetti is bigger.
• He's not a sensitive boy per se. You know how when you're depressed and crying, your cat will come and snuggle you? He doesn't do that. He headbutts you and then demands that you pet him.
• Whenever I walk him, someone invariably asks if he's a raccoon, because it's easier to imagine that someone would keep a raccoon as a pet and walk it than it is to imagine that a cat can get that big.
• He likes everyone. He is very indiscriminate about his love. When I take him to the Second Cup patio, he jumps into random strangers' laps and tries to drink their coffee.
• In his own mind, he's the feline Chuck Norris and can kick the ass of any living organism, whether raccoon, bird, or other cat, no matter how many panes of glass are separating them.

Happy birthday, Marinetti!

This roly-poly fellow is eight years old today. Accordingly, eight things I love about teh Marinetti:

• He has the loudest purr of any cat on the planet. Seriously. He sounds like a motor. As well as the super-loud motor purr, he also trills. If he's really happy, he purrs and trills at the same time.
• He lets me do humiliating things to him, like sit him on my lap and play "Eensy Weensy Spider" with his paws.
• I bought him presents totay, but he totally didn't give a shit. He let Luna play with them and then ate her food when she was distracted.
• Most of the time when there's a news story about a really fat cat, it turns out that Marinetti is bigger.
• He's not a sensitive boy per se. You know how when you're depressed and crying, your cat will come and snuggle you? He doesn't do that. He headbutts you and then demands that you pet him.
• Whenever I walk him, someone invariably asks if he's a raccoon, because it's easier to imagine that someone would keep a raccoon as a pet and walk it than it is to imagine that a cat can get that big.
• He likes everyone. He is very indiscriminate about his love. When I take him to the Second Cup patio, he jumps into random strangers' laps and tries to drink their coffee.
• In his own mind, he's the feline Chuck Norris and can kick the ass of any living organism, whether raccoon, bird, or other cat, no matter how many panes of glass are separating them.