My girlfriend told me to send my cat, Maximus, to Meankitty. No matter how nice she tries to be to him, he still attacks her. :)

MAXIMUS BIO

Little did I know how close I hit the mark by naming this mean kitty Maximus after the Gladiator of the same name. While only 2 years old, he is feared by all my friends and his name is whispered in fear among ex-girlfriends. Anyone who has ever come over to my place says the same thing: that cat is psycho.

True to the heritage his name bears, he is a fierce fighter and will defend his kingdom (in this case the corner of my couch where he sleeps) to the death by his patent-pending Puncture Attack Claw and bite combo. His daily training consists of my hands in the shapes of a snakes moving on him in a velociraptor-like fashion. Because of this, my forearms are constantly covered in scratches.

What is most confusing is that he can be quite lovable, often laying straddled on my chest and purring and following me wherever I go. This, however, is only a front for his true nature. Hands or feet that stray over the edge of the bed during the night, as well as one's head while sleeping, are all fair game. Often standing on hind legs to attack, Maximus is truly the meanest cat I have ever owned, his psychotic demeanor tempered only by myself alone.