Hi! My name is Thor. My current servant rescued me from a pet store, where someone took me and my brother when my mommy was killed by a car. I was starving to death at less than four pounds and was too sick to hold food down, so as a joke, Sam named me after the god of thunder, Thor.

And boy, did I ever end up growing into my name! I promptly repaid her and the other servant, Adam, by destroying their blinds and their couch, despite my scratching post nearby.

Since I am a social cat that needs other victims....ah, um......friends to play with, I decided to communicate this by showing them. I ran around the apartment like mad, killing any toes that stepped in my way. I jumped on MY couch, screeching like one of Satan's demons. It would scare my servants. Then, just to drive the point home, I began to hide behind the couch and jump at their bellies with all claws out as they walked by.

It worked. They brought me another victim, I mean, little brother home, in the form of a Maltese puppy. He's filthy! So I beat him up until he is too tired to fight, then sit on him and clean his ears for him. Nasty! Occasionally, I beat him up for the fun of it, too. His name is Cerberus. What a joke.

I also like to sleep on my servant's chest, but now I weigh 20 pounds...hehehehehe!

Did I mention that I killed their Beta fish ( It tasted good!) and I tried to kill their hamster, too? I truly am a mean kitty and I'm proud of it!