Ancalagon showed up sometime during the summer of 2002, a shy, lanky young tom who started to visit my stray feeder. It was the usual story: he was very cautious and timid with me at first, then let me touch him, then realized that he really, really liked having his head rubbed... Before long he had become a friendly and affectionate cat, and around the beginning of September, I adopted him.

Ancalagon was young enough that he didn't have deeply engrained tomcat habits, and he adapted easily to living in the house. In fact, it's apparent that despite his early life on the street, he is ideally suited to be a snuggly lap-cat. Almost ideally, that is; he has both grown and filled out significantly since moving in and he's a big fellow, especially when he lies on my chest when I'm trying to sleep. It's hard to evict someone who's purring loudly at you, though.

Ancalagon likes to play, especially with toys he can chase, and he gets along well with the other cats. He's quite fond of Zenobia, who shares his coloring pattern and is quite likely a relative of some sort. He's a very quiet cat; I almost never hear him vocalise at all (except when we're in the car on the way to the vet -- then he howls.)