This is my couch....hand me the remote.

More: He is a rescue. I got him at a really difficult time in my life. The vet told me that he was the equivalent of a 7 year old living on the streets. He was nothing but skin & bones & I could count his vertebrae. Abused. Scared. Defeated. Now, he rules the backyard & is a terror to anything that tries to come in without his permission first. Everything except the horned owl that lives in the woods. He isn't a fan of that one. The owl screeches at Quill & he runs with his tail tucked. I know I tell people he is a rescue but I didn't save him. He saved me.