Fourteen

This is a nice little portrait of my little green-eyed monster, Napoleon.

All cats are characters, but Napoleon is singular. He has an unusual way of showing his affection for you - he bites. Not hard, but enough to make you take notice. He runs afoul of his brother, Pharaoh when he tries to express his love by chomping on Pharaoh's neck. He runs afoul of me when he bites my shins, or nose, or eyebrow or... well, you get the picture.

And here he is - the Monster of Sugar Hill himself...