Look at this magnificent bastard:
This is Kaiju, the cat I got for Nineveh to play murder games with. I thought of calling him Radu the Handsome, but decided he wasn't quite pretty enough. He does have very soulful green eyes, though, as you can see, and he is wont to rest his head on my elbow as I type -- he's doing it right now, in fact -- and gaze at me with what may be fondness, but may also be curiosity about what I taste like. Nineveh isn't sure yet what to make of him; occasionally one of them will smack the other, and I'm never sure whether this is an act of very low-key hostility or an invitation to play. It's entirely possible neither of them is sure either.
The superstition about his ear was invented by mendel a couple of nights ago when I mentioned I was messing with it. The TNR tip, and the scarring you can see on his nose, are mementos of Kaiju's time in a feral cat colony. It's difficult to believe that this tabby marshmallow used to live on the streets, but so they tell me. He was taken away from that life when it was observed that he would often run up to passersby and complain to them. So now he lives in the lap of luxury and complains to me.