Monty

Montesquieu is a fat, fluffy gray-brown tabby with a graying muzzle and lighter undersides. Big poofy tail. Green eyes, blue collar.

Youngster
Monty was born a loner but picked up by a shelter and adopted by twolegs at a very young age. He lived life passed around, abandoned, adopted, and so on. Lived life as a loner, rogue, and kittypet, each many times over.

He has had many lovers but never had kits. He has raised a couple of younglings to self-care age but never saw any of them again.

Monty has had several names and phases throughout his life, including Spike the tough Casanova-type rogue, Floofy the gentle housecat, Stinky the deadbeat loner, and many more. His life has been mostly changing personas and trying to find the one which suits him best, AKA his "true" self.

Elder
When Monty was adopted by his most recent twolegs, he was distressed to learn that they keep their cats indoors. Weeks of howling and scratching later, they installed a cat flap on the back door (much to the excitement of his curious never-been-outside housemate, Jezebel).

He has since become a self-proclaimed "lazy old fart" who likes to have long conversations and eat food. He believes that he has finally stopped living in personas and is, at last, his "true" self.

Monty is embarrassed by his many phases and refuses to speak to and/or flat-out avoids cats who recognize him from his past.