Macabre is my cat. I've had him for many years now. He resembles the breed of cat called Maine coon, but
thankfully has shorter hair. He was a stray teenager (older kitten) when I found him.
He liked to hang out near this abandoned, decrepit house that was near my home, and I would pass it almost everyday on my bicycle.
Macabre was a friendly cat, and he would meow and be social with anyone who approached him. It helped that he didn't look mauled and disease ridden like the other stray cats in the area.
I though he was adorable, so one morning in late October 2009, I decided to take him home. I rode my bicycle to the dilapidated house , called for the kitty, and took off my coat.
When Macabre appeared I wrapped him in my coat and started the very cold journey home. I hadn't though my plan through , and I was only wearing a thin t-shirt under the coat.
I did not have a basket for the cat to ride in, but luckily have the skill to ride a bike with only one hand (and with no hands). The cat was very calm.
He didn't try to fight me and only panicked a little when a car would pass by. My passenger and I did eventually arrive at my home. I fed him, and he never left.
He did have a hard time understanding the concept of windows (he tried to jump through them), but eventually acclimated to his new environment.
Macabre's name is another story. I did not originally plan to name my cat an adjective. He was initially named Elvira because he was discovered at a spooky house in October.
A few days after his kidnapping arrival I discovered that Macabre was a boy cat. I still liked his name, so I decided to stay with the theme.
What theme? Well as you may or may not know Elvira is the queen of macabre.