Meet Mr. Gray. Mr. Gray lives in Connecticut with my brother. They are compatible. Bachelors.
He looks pretty docile, doesn't he? You would never know that he has been caught removing cash in the middle of the night from my brother's wallet. Or that he can hold a grudge against even the mildest of humans, chasing them back behind bedroom doors while releasing the scariest and most guttural of sounds. Yellow eyes blazing. He is formidable. Unpredictable. Mr. Gray is, after all, of the feline persuasion.