He’ll lie down between my arms and rest his head on my lower arm while my hands are on the keyboard. Good touch typing practice, as I can’t see the keys.

Thank you. He’s indeed soft and cuddly, though also drooly and clawy. We love him.

His hunger is insatiable, as evidenced by his annoyed moaning whenever he glimpses the bottom of his food bowl. His foster home had turned him into a mega-chonk, but I got him in the right track. Now he’s part killing-machine, part cuddle-machine.

The level of sophistication of our pet feeder at home is a fistful of kibble pulled out of a bag and dropped in a bowl. If we’re away, we have a good neighbour who drops in to check on the cat, or the cat stays with my family. I’m an IT professional, and prefer my house to be as dumb as possible.

Of course I will post a picture of my cat when mentioning him. His name is Nemo.

He’s an attention-seeking edgelord and a buffoon, but I highly doubt the Nazi allegations. This comes from someone who genuinely believes in the right to punch Nazis. We need to be careful about throwing the Nazi-card in all directions, or the real ones will slip through the cracks (some have already managed to skip into positions of power while us plebs are squabbling). He did a couple of insanely stupid things that he should have grown out of by age 15, hopefully he learned from that.