He is a beautiful cat. He looks like someone poured black paint over his with fur starting from the top of his head down his back and covering his entire tail.
His face is a bandit’s mask. I love him so much.
And I don’t even know him. He just came to live with us yesterday. But he’s not a hider. He sniffed around and let us play with him, though he doesn’t yet let us pick him up or cuddle him. That’s when he bites a little. Not enough to draw blood but enough to make you careful.
He doesn’t love us yet. Not yet.