Finally! Someone who understands what I have been going through for almost 6 years! I had never heard of another meankitty besides mine before!

Kitty - formerly known as Levi - is the definition of *MEANKITTY*. Why, you ask? Well, take his name.  He used to be called Levi, but after many, many, many attacks to my husband, he no longer came to his given name!  Why?  Because my husband would always yell "*Bleeping* kitty"! And now he answers to Kitty. (Bleeping Kitty in particular.)

BK (Bleeping Kitty) loves to hang on to your legs as you walk by, and by hang on I mean nails and teeth. He looks like a 3 year old child, not only by weight (he's 18 pounds of meankitty) but also by the way he desperately holds on for dear life while you walk down the hall. He sent a good friend of ours to the hospital, a man who is a body builder and has arms bigger than the cat himself!

Kitty has a record with the Board of Health and Humane Society of Ontario, Canada, because of this. Who knew that if you go to the hospital with gashes from a cat that they have to follow up with the owners every year until he dies?? I refuse to take him to the vets, for fear that they will keep him!

Oh, did I mention that he thinks he is a dog?  He hates cats and sleeps in a dog bed and drinks out of the toilet.  I have to warn my friends and company that he is mean and do not touch the cat, for fear that something else will happen. (And because Board of Health and Humane Society of Ontario tells me I do!)