Congratulations on the cat
This reminds me of my friend's cat, Tank.
You had to pet him EXACTLY how much he wanted to be pet. Any more or less, and he would attack you. He became my best friend, and would always sleep on my lap.
He was the big cat in the neighbourhood, basically controlling his territory. He was eventually run over by a car.
Someone had told his kids that Tank "went over the rainbow bridge".
Which, okay, Tank was great enough to reach Valhalla.




























