His Name is Francis
He loves loves loves Alvy, and he hates Mr. Bonkers. He's very sweet to me as long as I don't interrupt him when he's being fierce and mean, and when he's fierce and mean he growls like a mad dog and hisses and spits. And when he's sweet he purrs and rolls around on his back to get his belly scratched and plays with his tail in a most charming manner.
He just got fixed last week, so hopefully a little less kitty testosterone will chill him out a bit. If not, we'll have to sell him on eBay or something. Alvy's so happy to have a friend, though, so I hope the two alpha boys work their shit out.
(Yes, they have totally trashed my desk chair.)