That same computer chair was as much of a scratching post as it was a chair

He once managed to steal a sachet of his own cat food. There were bits of foil & gravy all over the floor for days after

He loved to sleep on the radiator, even in summer when it wasn't even on

He would steal socks from the dryer and play with them

He also used to take those socks and have them near him when he was sleeping

He would wait in the kitchen when food was being cooked for little pieces of raw meat

He would get up on his hind legs for anything he liked; raw chicken especially, but he loved sandwich meat too

He was a lover, not a fighter... unless he was at the vet

If you were outside on the patio, he'd be on his hind legs, pawing at the glass on the door

He once knocked over a coatrack just to sleep on top of the coats

He had a little chunk missing from his ear

As a kitten, he really loved to play tug of war, and he'd bunch up the rug fighting against us

He would make the weirdest of warbling at night, just because he felt like it

He loved chin scritches and having his fur ruffled

He loved chewing on things; rope, string, anything

Even when he'd manage to get out of the house, every time he would come back within minutes

He loved to get on top of the fridge, even if he wasn't so confident on actually coming down from it

Even when he got older and more sedentary, he still loved to chase his feather-on-a-stick

He would butt your head with his if he trusted you

He used to lick plastic bags while staring right at you to let you know he was hungry or bored

He loved being carried like a baby, and would purr and nuzzle into your arms

He was always so placid & gentle, he almost never ever scratched or bit

He once broke into a cupboard in the kitchen from the opposite side, just so he could have his own space

When his half brother, Chester, was stung by a bee on the chin, he tried to lick him better in the same spot. This did not work

He used to go mad for yogurt, you could put it on his nose and his tongue would try to lick it for what felt like hours

He could jump so high trying to get his feather-on-a-stick, even bouncing off walls

The first day he was home, we thought he had already ran away, but he was just hiding under the radiator

His meow was so particular, a guttural wail, it was so strange but so unique to him

He loved to sit by the patio door and lounge in the sun, or watching the occasional birds that would fly by the house

He loved playing with water, flicking at running streams

He was weird but wonderful, and he can never be replaced