This is our little naughty house cat. He eats from the same bowl as they big dogs and thinks he own the place! He was brought to us as a tiny little kitten and needed to be fed with a syringe before moving on to bottle. This while I was in Sweden, so the job of feeding was left to my husband. Therefore my husband is understandably very attached to this cat. We call him King Julian or Prince as the family is still failing to agree on one name… Despite my sofas getting ruined, food disappearing and the risk of getting attacked if you wiggle your toes, he is part of the family!