Although I look like a thug from the Pink Panther's gang, I am just a big lovable lap cat. I get all the ladies due to my bad boy looks, and I get to keep them 'cause I have a huge loving heart. I am less than a year old, but my lines are unmistakably royal. All my family are Grand Champions or Champions and I bring with me their style and poise. Although I have not sired any kittens yet, I have my sights on that beautiful eyed Sahmara. I want her to be my first Babies Mama. I love to chase her around the room, but alas she has too much speed for me to catch her. She usually will get tired of waiting for me and start chasing me. I hope to win her over with my songs. Yes, that's how I got my name, Mr. Meowsalot (Mr. M). I don't talk, I sing...for hours. If I catch your attention, you will never get a word in edgewise, let alone get away without a long conversation...even if it is just about what the weather is doing outside. Come by sometime and I will force my way into your lap and wiggle into your heart. I may make your ears a little tired...ok a lot tired, but you won't be disapointed one bit. Hopefully, the clouds will be gone soon and I can get some better pictures of myself up on this page. That camera flash does not do my colors nor my eyes any justice. Sincerely, Mister "M"