Remember how I went on and on about how Colin was the PERFECT cat? Yeah well, it seems that not only has his ass expanded- so has his attitude. (Cattitude? Thanks Miranda July.) Little. Asshole. You can see it in that second-to-last photo. That's a shitty little face.
Ok I know he looks like a double chocolate muffin, and yes, he is as soft as velvet. And he never really got his puberty voice change, so he still mews like a little baby, but GOD DAMN. When he gets the "fever" (or whatever you call that weird cat behaviour of FREAKING OUT for no reason) he is a terror. He'll jump up your thigh to get your attention. If you're on the phone (say, to the bank) he'll SCREAM like you have your foot on his neck. If you try to make the bed he is there, ripping your hands off with his razor claws (HOW ARE THEY SO SHARP I TRIM THEM ALL THE TIME) in "beddy-makey-game" mode. He's absolutely bonkers. The only way to appease him is to throw Stink Pillow to him and back slowly out of the room while he makes out with it. Stink Pillow being the valerian-infused pouch he licks like a long-lost lover whenever you show it to him. Gross, get a room you two.
That said, he's still the fattest, fluffiest, cutest, weirdest little asshole, and I like that he has his own "distinct" (PC way of saying batshit crazy) personality. And I certainly hope he never gets a bass meow. I love his weird, strained, tiny little squeaks. Just not inches from my face at 4am when he decides he's ready for his morning meal. Ha!