Heh, me and the ex-wife had a giant cat like that. We had a flame point Siamese named Dante, so when my ex and my mom conspired to get him a friend, we ended up with a tabby kitten that grew into Catzilla that were compelled to name Virgil. (My mom lives on a farm, and thus has a herd of cats) Funny thing though, Virgil wasn't well socialized, so he was kind of afraid of everything. I got to where I could pick him up, and he'd sleep in my lap (but not my ex's teehee)



There actually are photos of both of them in my gallery. Dante is the one in the window, and Virgil is the one in the picture called "What?"