Mr. T is a cat's cat...solid muscle, big enough to take on anybody and big enough to know he doesn't have to prove a thing. A gentle giant, he's compact and  build a bit like an English Bulldog, but much prettier. Mr. T was a stray that Sue was feeding all through one winter...then he came up to the porch, limping and bloody - that was all it took.  He was rushed to the doctor where he was patched up (one eye is damaged and he doesn't see well from that side) and now holds the position of "Alpha male" in the cathold. He's not a tyrant, though...he's gentle as a ...pussycat. When he wants special attention...he lifts that "sore" paw and limps a bit....usually works, too.