  He was born October 13, 2003 (or so we have decided based on his relative age). We adopted him in March 2004.
He’s black with orange-yellow eyes and weighs about 12 pounds. His name means “fair” or “little white haired one.” We found that out after we named him. He doesn’t mind having his paws played with, but he hates to get his nails clipped. Nail clipping comes with hissing and growling and spitting and biting and yowling – even at the vet’s office.
We could never take him to Petco for a nail clipping, because frankly, we don’t think they would do it. He doesn’t like to be brushed. If you try to brush him, he’ll bite your wrist, then attack the brush. Then your foot. Eating is his favorite activity. After he eats, he drinks, then he cleans his eating area by digging the crumbs into a pile. He constantly torments Isabelle, chasing/biting/ambushing her. There’s no peace for the poor girl when he’s around.
He likes to play hide-and-seek. He’s very playful and loves to run around the house. He wakes us up every single night between 1am and 5am, just to visit. He likes to get into just about everything, especially my knitting. He likes to shred paper and chew on plants. He doesn’t know litterbox etiquette; he digs and digs, but never in the right spot. He’ll dig outside the litterbox, on the wall, on the rug, but never in the litter.
He’s extremely stealthy and clever. He’ll wait for us to turn our backs then immediately go after Isabelle’s food. He is the alpha cat in our household. He can catch treats with his paws and put them in his mouth. He likes to suckle fingertips. He has a loud purr and a teeny-tiny little kitten meow. 
