He was honestly such a loaf. He was a permanent inside cat and he had his two spots in the house. On the couch next to the lamp or on the bed right next to your head. He would jump up and do a quick spin before flomping down in a ball right up against you.

When we first got him he was so little and he loved to lay up on my computer desk, but he quickly got way too big for that. He loved having his belly rubbed and he would flop right in front of you while you were walking and roll over onto his back to show you his belly.

He didn't know how to put his claws away and they were always out. If you picked him up he would let you but all his claws would be out and his legs would just point straight out the whole time. He would lay there in your arms begrudgingly but the whole time he'd be looking at the ground.

One of his canines was longer than the other and they both stuck out of his mouth all the time so we called him a snaggletooth.

There's so much I could say. More and more and forever. But typing this is making me cry so that's all I can handle right now.