Our cat, Sam - his real name is Li'tle Black Sambo of River Ranch Frontier - was a feral kitten, solid black. His mamma abandoned him under a pallet behind our garage, and after a couple of days of watchin' for her to return, we figured we'd better adopt him, or some fox was gonna have him for a snack. He barely had his eyes open, and could fit in a fancy tea cup. We dropper and bottle fed him, and watching his cousin, Sir Cat, a Siamese kitten a few months older, react to him was just downright fun, and funny. They grew up, Sir Cat disappeared - we figure he stood his ground with one too many coyotes - and Sam ruled that mountainside for six years. When we moved back to civilization, we were afraid he'd become street kill, so he was forced into becoming an indoor cat; he hates it, even some four years later, and sometimes, I think he takes it out on me. He is a lot like your TC, Trinity, in that he only eats dry food, and all of the other things you said about TC. He has grown fairly rotund, though, since being forced into retirement from living a half wild life; he weighed 19 pounds, last time we took him to the Vet, and he is a long fellow, too, at somewhere between 36 and 40 inches, stretched out. Funny thing is, as rough as he can get with me, our two and a half YO Granddaughter can lay on him, pull his handle, just generally be a real pill, and he never lays a claw on her; if he gets tired of it, he just goes and hides. That's my buddy.