As a good feline hunter, I’m patient and persistent. I’ve been tracking this calico beast through my house for months now. She’s fast as greased lightning and seems to have eyes on the end of her tail. Get too close, and it’s a nose bopping. Seriously, can’t a fella just lay down and have a nice cuddle? Yes, I’m twenty pounds of Manx muscle, but there’s nothing to fear here. I’m a nice guy with a kind heart. I’ve allowed you to share my house, my food, and even tolerated adjoining litter boxes. Honestly, girl, what more does a fella have to do to get a kiss around here?