Chunk continues to grow, as does his name. He’s gathered a middle name, Edward, and a prefix, Mad-eye, as well as an epithet, the Magnificent. So he’s Mad-eye Chunk the Magnificent. And if you’re a vet, you’d add a last name.
Mad-eye Chunk the Magnificent Hoover-Lloyd stops cold.
He looks so sweet and innocent when he’s motionless, doesn’t he?
Chunk, awake and pissed off because he’s worn out EVERY OTHER CAT IN THE HOUSE. AND THERE ARE AT LEAST ELEVEN OF THEM.
Mighty hunter with a big head.
Living up to the “Mad-eye” thing.
He went absolutely bat-shit for a while, when we first started letting him and his siblings out of the kitten room, into the main house. He would play, play, play until he dropped. Once, Matt and I found him asleep with his head in his food bowl.
He’s gotten more used to it over the past few weeks, and is becoming a pretty good lap cat. When he isn’t driving pitons up my jeans.
curvylou 
February 22, 2017 at 12:58 pm
Your series on Chunk is making me yearn for a kitten. You’re lucky!
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February 22, 2017 at 2:15 pm
Madgeface, he’s not actually mine until my landlady says I can bring him home. I talked to her four days ago, and haven’t heard back from her yet….
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February 22, 2017 at 2:17 pm
I hope your landlady allows him to go live with you! If not, please cat-sit & photograph future litters of your sister’s kitties!
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February 26, 2017 at 10:30 am
Will do, Madgeface! My sister’s cats are all so great, it’s hard not to hang out and play and photograph. Her cat Devil, about whom I’ve posted before, has regular sleepovers here. We LOVE him!
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