mallow, my love

This is my cat and I figured since I needed something to talk about I'd start with him.

What can I say?
He's more dog than cat sometimes. He stays by the door and I can hear him mew as I hit the top of the 3rd floor on my trek to the 5th in my building.

His voice never dropped he flops around like a rag doll when I pick him up and he uses my roommate's cat as an extra alarm clock for me. (Nothing wakes you up like the low growls of a cat being pounced upon at 5 in the morning by an overzealous fluffball. Except, maybe, when the overzealous fluffball decides to jump squarely on your chest before running across your face to the window.)

He's the fluffiest attention whore ever. How you doin?