Tipper and the Biscuit are litter mates, feral kittens born in our backyard five summers ago. I call him my “noodle” or “the fainting goat” as at times of his choosing, he appears to just drop and melt onto the floor or into your lap. He is so laid back that he will let me carry him around my neck like a collar, all while purring. He also gives a great massage, when the mood strikes
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