This is Rocky. I grew up my entire life having cats and had a total of 9 before my wife and I got Rocky. I say that because having known so many different cats over the years, Rocky is hands down the sweetest, snuggliest, and friendliest with strangers cat I’ve ever had.

If he’s not curled up on one of our laps, he at least has to always be in the same room as us. If we are in different rooms in the house, it’s as though he gets conflicted and will lay in the middle of the hallway to split the difference.

He loves to be carried around as he lays straddled across your shoulders.

He used to always meet us at the door when we came home, and we would have conversations with him where we would ask him things like how his day was and what he got up to, and he would loudly meow between each question. But now he’s mostly deaf, so he is usually asleep in one of his many cardboard boxes around the house when we get home.

He’s a terrible hunter, but he usually does a pretty good job of at least finding a bug on the floor. He’ll sit there and stare intently at it (until he loses interest and walks away), which is our cue that there’s something there.

He’s a special little dude, and we love him to pieces.