Huge. Gentle. 4-ish years old. Possibly part horse. Definitely a good soul.
“He lounges on the sofa and you look at him flopped out there and you just feel good — like the universe is actually a pretty nice place and there's still hope.”
— Shane H.
Can't explain it. Everyone who meets him agrees it's real.
Stuffed animals, hide and seek, peek-a-boo, floor wrestling — and he's careful to never bite or scratch for real — a kayfabe master. Is a lucrative wrestling career next?
Including your leftovers. He will personally train you to keep a clean kitchen. It's the behavior-modification program you never knew you wanted.
When he gallops around the house, you'll think someone left the barn door open, or that the British are coming.
Not only big, but tall — a wingspan that would make him a pro basketball player, if that was a thing they had for cats.
Here he is on top of the sauna, reaching down to say hello.
Look at this guy flopping and rolling around like he's some kind of lifestyle model? Nibbling on my cousin's hand? Come on.
Turn your sound on for this one. Pet pet pet, purr purr purr, nuzzle nuzzle. Yes, you're super adorable. Yes, right.
If only you didn't have one crucial flaw! (see below)
He's never once growled or hissed, but Archie's play drive wires straight into some millennia-old predatory instinct, and he treats other cats like prey. We tried everything! Months of supervised reps with our other cat, and we couldn't fix it. That's the only reason this guy, who we love so much, is available at all.
Archie gets to be the star of the show.