bad cat

This is my parent's cat- They call him Brother John but I prefer Bad Cat. When I first came home to see my parents I wasn't very sure about him.  I have an Ambrose-shaped heart when it comes to cats and I wasn't sure another beast could even occupy a small part.
He was pretty uncertain of me too. I was a challenge to the hierarchy of the house and he spent some time trying to work out where I would fit (deciding in the end , I suspect,  somewhere a great deal lower than him.)
It's all good now though and he likes to swap between cuddles and claws just like any true cat should.

He's quite good at dramatic sleeping too.

And pointing out directions.