Clancy was hell with four clawed paws when piqued, but loyal to those he appreciated. He was not an average cat. Capable of scaring cats into running rapidly away. He had a softer side.
Clancy had numerous male cat friends and several female associates. He is entertaining in our apartment one evening in the photo, grooming one of his regular female companions.
It’s sad to say, but around the time this picture was taken in 1978, Clancy was having better luck with girlfriends than I was. Perhaps it was his sophisticated pickup technique ” Here, let me groom you a bit.”, or ” Come up to my place, my chef will prepare some roast beef for us.”
His favorite meal was half a roast beef sub. Hold the pickles, but don’t forget the hots! Afterward, there was nothing as extraordinary as a good catnip toot. Make sure that you let him sleep it off, or there’d be an awful ruckus.