Now, you may ask yourself who names animals "people names," but I've never had a cat that doesn't have a people name (Thomas Jefferson (TJ), Frank, and now Harvey). And they all are perfectly justified, too. When Harvey was an outside cat, he was usually referred to as "fluffy kitty" or "gutter" (there was an unfortunate incident with getting stuck in a gutter) because he was too shy to show us his personality. Then, he got all torn up in the facial area... about the time "The Dark Knight" came out in theaters last summer... so John started calling him "Harvey Two-Face" since he looked SO bad. :( Once he healed, it has been shortened to just "Harvey." (Sometimes, John calls him "Harvey Jones, Jr" but he can't explain why the "Jones" or who was the HJ, Sr.) My cutesy name for him is "Harvey Pants" on account of his freakishly fluffy behind. Observe:
I laugh every time he runs down the stairs in front of me. The pants are so funny!
He's so fluffy! He's the only cat I know that LIKES to be brushed, and will roll all around to make sure you get everywhere.
I will never again buy this stupid cat a toy because it's a waste of money! He is perfectly content with my yarn, or the electrical cords, or paper, or a coat hanger... Weird cat. This is him snoozing with his new best friend.
Harvey reveling in his "indoor cat" status when it snowed really badly last month.
Harvey also makes the funniest noises! Squeaks and trills and whimpers and all kinds of things I've never heard a cat make! It's so funny! Just wait until he is napping, and then touch him, and you will be rewarded with an indignant, "prrrt?!" Funny every time.
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