This is one of my favorite kitties bore from my dad’s mama cat, Tiger. We named him Blacksheep, despite its color.
The reason why we named him Blacksheep is because of its feisty, rebellious attitude and the fact that he fights with his other kitty siblings and even his poor mama Tiger, we decided to give him that name to reflect this critter’s nature. In the beginning when Blacksheep was at its “toddler” ages, it used to growl at us whenever we get closer to him.
But lately, instead of being a ferociously mean kitty, it became an attention seeker. Whenever we exit to the porch, Blacksheep would be the first to run to the door and purr out its most adorable meow you’ll ever hear. He got a whole lot nicer that sometimes he would just lie down on my feet and sleep on it. I once did some weird “The Lion King” pose with Blacksheep (sadly no one was there to take a video of it LOL) when I lifted him up to the sky. Blacksheep simply just purred.
I do hope that Blacksheep would grow in to a strong and happy male cat one day and survive childhood unlike our past kitties when they just died all of a sudden.
Goooo Blacksheep! We love you! LOL XDDD