This describes my Cat Sidney:

He’s black.

He vomits.

He has a disgusting 

stinky litterbox.

He has one whisker left.

He has cancer.

I Love him and that’s why I get near him 

even though I can’t stand the way he smells.

He’s scared of a tuna fish sandwich.

I call him Captain Vomit.

He sniffs underwear 

sometimes.

Sometimes he's a jerk because he loves to sleep on my parent's, or my bed - until he vomits on it.  Then he wants to sleep on his own bed. He never vomits on his own bed.

I love him to death.  He's so cute.

We had to get him shaved once and it was hilarious.  I like him better Not Shaved.  Dad liked him better Shaved.  Mom likes him better not shaved.  Dad lost 2 to 1.

The Doctors are amazed at how long he's lived 

with cancer.

5 years now, around that.  

He likes being alive. Me too.

This Describes My Cat Sidney.