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Well, hunter began, not too long ago, I had a cat named Napoleon. Napoleon was a big Chartreux who weighed about twenty pounds. I named him Napoleon because when we first got him, he was the smallest kitten we had ever seen. But he had a ferocious, conquering attitude. I found him underneath the front porch of an apartment where I was living at the time. He had been left there, presumably because he was the runt of the litter. He was a feral cat, and I think he was part of a large tribe of cats that roamed the neighborhood. Napoleon was never quite tamed. He grew enormous, as I say. Although I tried to keep him from going outdoors, he always found ways to get out of the house. Every now and again, I would look out a window, and he would be out there there with some other cat from the neighborhood. I figured a member of the tribal family -- a relative of some sort that was checking in on him.