This is Groovie.
Groovie Mann Hill, to be exact. He is quite
mean in his own way. He is not a biter by
any means--that would be much too easy for a
cat like Groovie. He inflicts his own brand
of suffering on all around by being a, shall
we say, clean freak. He is given to
protracted displays of washing his booty in
public. He consistently sleeps between me
and my girlfriend to prevent any
'socializing' in bed. He is also a habitual
sprayer. Any innocent clothing left on the
floor will be doused in mere seconds with
his 'Love Musk', which smells similar to
freshly made battery acid. Nothing is
sacred: drapery, chairs, even the front
door. Be warned...