He shot up, shocked and stricken, awoken from some distant dream as though some ancient lever action had been brought to life from his hips after many years of un-use and almost constant rest. He immediately shot me a crooked and increasingly accusatory glance that spoke volumes of hatred and irritation.
He had been sleeping so blissfully on one end of the large black metal framed futon, despite the television blaring loudly in the background, that when that spring-hip action jolted him forward once again to waking life, the boundless rolls of his belly were sent rippling like many waves atop an endless sea of gluttony.
My eyes traced slowly over his large frame; from the jelly-like rolls of his furry belly, up to an almost non-existent upper torso, arms outstretched, clinging into the back of the futon as if his fate depended upon it, on up to his droopy chin that had become one indistinguishable entity long ago, joining in some unholy matrimony with the rest of his body's parts. His eyes were the perfect shape of an almond, his overtly feminine but almost seductive eyelids were outlined in a black shadow but contained a brilliant and vibrant golden iris, not unlike the gold leaf one might find on a gaudy and overpriced birthday greeting card, with one slight obsidian drop meticulously placed on top.
One of his eyes, still closed and encrusted with sleep, gave his radiant and proportionally small face an odd and cumbersome slant. It almost seemed like an eternal wink. His right eye open, fully alert and effectively communicating his silent disgust while at the same time showed signs of being full of accusation. And his left eye closed almost completely, giving him a lusty and boisterously seductive appearance, the overall effect surmounted to something like true nihilism personified. One thin line followed down his nose to connect with his mouth which curled up at the edges giving him a guilt-ridden, mouse-like grin. At the top of his head was a small patch of sandy red hair, which often sat in little tufts about his head like lava erupting from a very actively violent volcano.
His name was Portia and he was the most ridiculously sweet and rambunctiously feisty cat I've ever had the pleasure to know.
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