Everyone I demand you look at my unit of an old man cat!
His name is Chewy, he's sixteen, he was found half frozen as a newborn outside a cinema and as a result of the freezing temps he has brain damage and is a bit slow and walks funny but is otherwise a perfectly happy and well loved cat. We have no idea what breed he is. No his ears were not born like that, he has itchy skin and during a bad flare up he scratched himself one too many times while itching his ears that he gave himself boxer's ears. He gets a sweater now whenever he has a flare up. He's a sweetie who refuses to be held like a normal cat, you MUST hold him on his back as if he were a baby or he will squirm and kick. He loves belly rubs and wearing clothes, we don't know why, he genuinely enjoys being put into baby sweaters. He also loves soft things. This is HIS carpet, he loves the carpet, he has been rubbing his face into it all afternoon according to mum. He is a big baby and we love him and you should love him too. Also he can't meow, he just goes "eh".
