The Man of Men

This is Lieutenant aka: "The Man."  He and I were the only males in a household full of 2 female cats, 4 hens & Jessi.  He always had stomach issues and troubles but went down hill really fast.  We took him to the emergency vet who discovered a tumor on his stomach that was real big.  He hated the car, vet and really anything out of his routine, so we made the choice to put him down instead of putting him through a bunch of treatment that probably wouldn't work.

-He was 13.
-He was a runt.
-He was a grump.
-He got his name because he walked with authority wherever went.  More aptly, he stomped.  And was almost a bit bow-legged.
-My mom got him originally when he reached out of his cage and gripped on to her.  She left him with my grandparents when he moved out and got re-married.  He got a really bad case of fleas there and we took him about 2 years ago. 
-He would jump on the bed at night, stomp around then, headbutt us so hard that it would wake us up.  He'd be purring like a lawnmower and wanting us to pet him.
-He was one of the weirdest cats I've ever met.
-He died a few months ago.

Shit still bums me out.  I still expect him to come bounding around into the living room.

RIP Lieutenant.