On our 6 month anniversary (of dating), Kirsten brought home a gift for Rob... the cutest little black kitten you've ever seen with a red ribbon around it's neck. We named him Malcolm, but that didn't last...

His first night home, we had a guest over for dinner. Our family room at the time really only had seating for two, so Kirsten and her friend sat on the couch, and Rob sat on the floor. Shortly after sitting down, a black flash ran into the room, up Rob's leg, and landed squarely in the middle of Rob's plate. He then began eating Rob's dinner in earnest. Rob grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, and grabbed a piece of meat out of his mouth, and was promptly bit on the finger.

The next day, he was a total brat, getting into mischif throughout the house. When Rob returned from work, Kirsten had informed him of a name change... the little black monster was now Leroy... "Bad bad Leroy Brown/Baddest cat in the whole damn town".

Leroy still likes to get into trouble, and is by NO means the little kitten he once was, but he hasn't bitten Rob in quite some time (then again, Rob hasn't tried to take food away from him since!).