Now I dont have any pictures of my cat, and I can't take any because it died in later 2016. But I can share some stories about that cat.
To start off with, I went with my dad to get a cat from some sort of shelter, I was about 4 at the time. The cat was all black, one of those skinny tabbys right, with just a single whitespot on her back leg. Nobody could've predicted that this cat was a survival expert. She was a smart cat, we had a dog that liked to rough house with her, she never drew her claws on that dog though she could've seriously fucked it up, rather she fled to the top of the fridge. That would be her domain for a couple years. Eventually, the winter came, and it was a cold Canadian winter. One day, this cat just up and disappears, we wondered where that cat went and after a couple months we just presumed it died out in the cold.
Turns out we were wrong. The cat came back, and it boggles my mind how it happened. Either my cat went on some sort of spirit journey in the wilderness, or was just getting mad high off catnip at some crazy cat womans house for a couple months, also a spiritual journey in its own right. I believe this experience cemented my cats status as a certified badass. That cat killed everything; rabbits, squirrels, birds, even a bat one time. I recall cutting the lawn and looking under my trampoline and seeing the mangled carcass of a rabbit. My cat was a class act. One time my dad joked about this panther we saw once in a zoo, saying that it was the mentor of our house cat.
On top of being able to survive in blistering cold for a couple months and being a masterful hunter, this cat was also a graceful acrobat and a creepy staker. It managed to jump onto the roof of our house back in its spry younger days, and I'd imagine onto the top of other people's houses. Now, as for the creepy stalker part, I'd be walking my dog around town, or my parents would be. But anywhere we went, that cat was in tow, following us. I have no idea why that cat did it, maybe it was just making sure some other predator didn't get us while we were out.
Finally, my cat hosted fight club. It wasn't a rarity to hear the howls of cats about to square off in my house. My cat would be outside, and all of a sudden its just a couple seconds of screeching and then silence. Its presumed that my cat fucked up all of its contenders, because it was always scratchless. Cats used to stop by our house randomly, but mine showed them the what for.
Unfortunately, being the ultimate avatar of badassery couldn't save my cat from mortal concerns. It became sick with feline stomatitis near the end of last year, if you don't know what that is, its an infection in the opening of a cats mouth where the teeth come through. It drooled blood, and wouldn't eat, became quite dissheveled, and the backroom where it lived became quite putrid smelling. My parents had just barely been sustaining the cats life with food and water at that point because it was a huge asshole, pissing and vomiting on whatever. Suffice it to say, they put the cat down.
I gotta say, I fucking miss that cat.
rip miss kitty