My sister and I used to go to the community gym in our neighborhood, It’s a really small gym and no one’s ever there. So to our surprise, during one of our nightly workouts, this fat black cat comes strolling in. I was in the middle of my workout, which happened to be on the ground, I look up and bam cat next to my face. The first thing he does is climb into my lap and start kneading away (sharp claws, much pain). Considering all the houses that are neighboring the gym, we thought he lived close by so we left him assuming he’d make his way home. But, sure enough the next day he showed up at the exact same time, only this time with a bloody ear and some scratches on his nose. Thinking he must be lost we put up flyers. Unfortunately, no one ever claimed him, although I can’t say I’m too disappointed… This little (not so little) fur ball has quite the personality. I originally planned on naming him something more suiting, like Salem, but once I  had called him Gordon, jokingly, I couldn’t stop. So ladies and gentlemen I give you Gordon Freeman, the cat. Antisocial monster by day, affectionate cuddler by night. This kitty is my life.