Stories.
He wouldn’t come in one night when about 6-7m old, dh found him and got shredded for his effort, blood dripping off him. T shirt ripped. Routinely went stealth when dh was trying to get him in. Tried leaving him with pil for a holiday but he vanished and I had to drive from Devon to the midlands and back on the first day of our break to get him and put him in a cattery. I drove 1200 miles in two days.
Had to have a general to have a blood test, sedation didn’t work.
Nearly got kidnapped by a lady with a carrier who said he looked like her cat. Dh went out and I found out later. She would have got shredded only I could box him.
Had a massive black farm cat and ginger cat as friends. Tried to take gingers tortoise out of its shell.
Could open all the doors, tried to open windows, could do sliding doors too and drawers. Took the kickboards off in the kitchen to find spiders. Could open autofeeders which sort of defeated the whole idea.
Head butted cat flaps till they broke.
Tipped glasses over to play in the puddles.
Tapped on the window if a cat went past so they knew he was there.
Fell off the conservatory roof onto concrete 🤦🏻♀️ Chasing pigeons.
Ignored dh for the first 6 years of his life.
Sprayed on mils new coat but she tried to murder him with a Xmas tree so it was fair.
Obviously to us he was the platonic ideal of a cat.