Ahhh, Tiger. He has ALWAYS been a Meankitty. Even when he was 2 weeks old, he gave my Grandma a large wound on her arm, my mom a series of nasty bites, and a scar on the side of my stomach. He was all teeth and claws but the size of a coconut.

He has a nasty habit of sleeping on people's faces, ramming doors open and meowing like an air raid siren at 3am. This might seem cute for some kitties, but when your cat is thirty pounds of evil fury...eek!

Tiger only eats a certain type of cat food. And popcorn. Leave a bowl unattended, and it'll be gone. When my dog was still with us, the cat would get him to help knock food off the counter, the most memorable being the turkey for Thanksgiving. He drinks from the fish bowls, too.

He also pees on the carpet occasionally, for no reason. Right in front of my mom, sometimes! No kidney issues, nothing. We had to replace an entire floor in a room because of all the damage he caused.

Does he like getting petted? Indeed. But when he's had enough, he'll let you know by tearing open your arm. I'd know. I've got scars. The worst part is, he does it with his teeth alone or just his back claws. OUCH. Nasty, violent kitty.

Sometimes, it isn't even provoked. He'll be walking by my mother doing the laundry and suddenly take a chunk out of her calf. 

A thief, a vandal, an attacker...he actually responds to 'Lucifer.' He's a devil kitty. Or as my mom says: "The Diablo Tabby."