Meet my Panther

Panther is my big, black, beautiful cat. He picked us out as his new owners when we went to the local SPCA about 4or 5 years ago. Garry and I went there planning to get a full grown cat because my Fluffy (I'll post about him another time) had died a few months earlier and we were beginning to have some wild critter problems. (Another long story associated with that one. Maybe another post someday.) So we had hardly got inside the cat room before it seemed that this large black cat was very interested in us. I kept looking at the various cats to choose from. They were all very nice. I really wanted a male cat because I have always loved large male cats. But my dad was always superstitious of black cats and I had never been allowed to have a black cat. But this black cat just kept rubbing against us and following us around. Garry pretty much said, "Karen, this is the cat you want." I'm not sure if the black cat somehow spoke through Garry's mouth or what. But it was pretty evident that he wanted to come home with us. So Panther has been the head of the house ever since.

Boundaries? What boundaries? I'll sleep where I want, when I want!!

Want a drink?

This box is for me, right?

He went through this phase where he was totally fascinated by the printer. He could not figure how that paper went through this thing. Oh but he tried. He would stick his paws down inside while the paper was feeding through and get it jammed. He would be in another room of the house and hear the printer start to come on and run, jump on it and try to stop the paper. It was funny but very annoying. He finally lost interest and no longer attacks the printer.

Isn't he gorgeous?!!