I have a black cat. Female. Still has all 20 of the razor blades.
Her name is Liz Taylor.
She's A murdering machine. Grasshoppers to birds. Half feral. Trailer park kitty, State of Texas. The lady at the pet store told me right off the bat. "She don't like anybody". With a grimace look on her face.
Open the cage.
She's my new buddy. And she still is. Hates the wife. But not the daughter in law. Loves me for unknown reasons. Fat black cat, Liz Taylor.
She's my buddy. Not friendly at all because she not that type of cat. Her personality is mostly feral. But sweet and gentle. (To me)