He's now dead but he was an awesome cat. He was named Superman. By me, of course, and way before I started reading comics.
As a lil' kitty with two others from the litter:
With the dog named Rama (from a rescue centre and not named by us, but as we named the previous dog Juno I suspect there's a pattern forming. My Dad's current cat is called Dobby. Mean spirited homocidal git that he is - the cat, not my Dad):
And the last photo of him. Not at all healthy:
I miss my cat. He were a bit of a bugger and didn't like being held but he were good. I currently content myself with playing with the neighbour's cats as I don't really think I'm in a position to have pets right now. I have too much other stuff going on in my life to give a pet the attention it deserves.
When I do get another cat, and I will, I shall name it Frankenstein. And not because of Red Dwarf.