I don't hate them all

This is Happy Cat. First and last name. He's in mom's window looking out. He rarely comes out. He does not kill things or bother my garden. He knows the rules. He has a big head, wide lion like nose and he's huge. I've told mom he's not a regular house cat. I think he's part Bobcat. For real, I really think that. He's not fat, he's just weirdly big. Happy Cat spends his life in the air. He walks on top of things..he walks across the entertainment center, jumps to the bookcase, and sails over to the piano. His food and water are kept on top of the old piano. He never comes down except to look out the window. He's sweet, but, he bites. He only bites you if he likes you. He bites hard. Like a Raccoon. Raccoons do that, they like to bite your arms or legs, hard enough to draw blood. It's not done in meanness, it's just a weird Raccoon trait. I don't mind it. Happy Cat is like part Raccoon, part Bobcat. I know that isn't possible. I need to call the X-Files on this one.