Name: Monty (for now)
Location: Copenhagen, Denmark
What makes Monty so mean?
At first the cat went by the name Beelzebub, mostly because he insisted on it, but then one morning written in kecthup was a name, Shaitan, then Azazel. He later changed it to Sammael, and for a period insisted on Ogdru Jahad. One morning I found a toilet paper roll that had been shredded to pieces. They formed the word Monty.
Monty is a 2 year old Maine Coon weighing 8 kilos. He is from the smoldering plains of juttland in the dark and evil realm of Denmark, but he now resides in the capital, Copenhagen. I had to sell my soul to buy him, and some other stuff. (cookies and cash)
To say Monty is mean is an understatement. At least you would have to rethink the meaning of the word “mean” to something worse. He will hack and slash and bite anything that moves. He doesn’t like to be touched by human hands and will repay such an act with claws and bites.
Monty does not purr when petted. He just watches until you are done petting him and then attacks your leg and bites your toes.
Despite all this, when I am coming home from work, he will wait for me in the driveway and greet me with purring and miawing for a period of exactly 5 minutes before returning to evil mode.
When he learned he was to be on the site, Monty decided not to curse anyone to helvede, hel or the skærsild (bad stuff in olf danish/norse.) His human was pretty sure Monty would postpone Ragnarok because of the inclusion
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Submitted by: Kristian