This is Robin! He and Oliver were both seven months old when we adopted them. He was a shelter cat. He jumped up on my lap as soon as we met, and he adopted me right off. He’s been Mama’s baby since.

Robin is now seven years old, ‘unbelievably’ stubborn, but a sweetheart when he wants to be. If he’s not our smartest cat (which he might be), he is definitely our most independent. He has a mind of his own and he is determined to exercise all his own choices.

Now he’s a big ol’ “Tomcat” and the most dominant of the five. At the same time, he is first to hide if he even sees someone coming up to the door. Like a shot of lightning, he is gone! Into a nearby closet he goes that he has learned to open himself and tucks away in the dark until the coast is clear. He is not an outgoing cuddly visitor with company, but with mom, he likes to lay by my feet with one arm thrown over me and his head usually resting on my foot or leg.

Robin is jet black except for a little patch of grey showing up on one side.  At seven, you’d think he’d have tamed down a bit, but out of nowhere (even as I’m writing this), he gets a wild hair and tears through the house like a tornado, over his roommates, across laps, up on furniture, leaping into the air, occasionally knocking things over and disrupting every other cat in the family. Pray if you are in his path (because my foot just was) and my scream in pain made no difference as his back claws have no mercy! He means no harm, but he cannot control his kitten inner-self! And this crazy outburst has a timer of its own with no warning when it’s going to go off, but we can count on it at least once a day!!