Death

Why the name? When we adopted Death and Chloe (together) from the SPCA, he was named "Rascal" and Chloe was "Chloe." Dan and I each got to name one of the cats. I liked the name "Chloe." Dan liked the name "Death," which was already the name of his computer at work. Neither of us liked "Rascal." So, he became "Death." The name suits him.

Death is an excellent jumper and hunter. He has kicked the SPARCStation off the desk three times, using it as a launching platform. He has brought home one dead bird and one live bird, and left at least three dead birds for the upstairs neighbor. This prompted said neighbor to leave us a note headed "Your Cat is a KILLER!" and to block off the stairs so that Death cannot reach his porch.

Death is almost an ideal cat, but he has two bad habits. First, he licks the window shade, which sounds very odd and is annoying. Second, he likes to knock over glasses and vases full of water. Unlike the other cats, he enjoys being squirted with the water pistol.

He's a real sweetie, though. He likes to cuddle up with me at night and go to sleep with me. He also puts up with being pushed around by me. He is often seen sprawled in an arc, probably to show off just how long he really is.

Comments of someone on first meeting Death:

You're a handsome one.
(After petting) They feed you pretty well around here, don't they?

(And, more recently) What an enormously fat cat!

He's not fat, though, just, um, large...

Death has recently stopped sleeping with me, however, due to the kitty battles that have raged around the bed. We're hoping that things will calm down and he'll come back and sleep in his rightful place, next to me.