You would think such a fat and fluffy loaf would be loving and not a cold hearted killer. 

     The said fat loaf is named Apollo and he is the fattest cat around. Though he has a deep secret. He likes to lay on my face in an attempt to suffocate me. Though most might see this as an act of love it is not. Though he can be very loving when I feed him on time, though godforbid  I don’t. 

     However there is no way I can stay too mad at this cutie. The way he’ll come and make biscuits on my lap makes all the attempted murder go away until you feel the needle like claws seep into your skin. Though the fact he’ll need your stomach might set some things in. Either way he is a great cat, he’s always there to purr and comfort me when I cry. 

     His meows are the cutest  until you hear them in the night and then you know your fate is sealed. The slow creaking of the door and then the quiet meow is a real spine chiller, then the sudden jump and the purring, almost enough for me to wake but no I woke up too late as I felt the fluffy loaf lay on my face and suddenly I could not move. Though that doesn’t change the love that I hold for him. He’s the best cat I could ask for and I don’t think I would trade him for any other cat.  

     My cat is the best cat if you try to ignore the fact he tried to kill me every night. Though I feel like everyone thinks their pet is the best and we take them for granted. Make sure you savor those moments even if you do end up suffocating because you never know when you might not be able to have those moments with your animal again.