Cinnamon, Retired General

When the kittens got to the age that they started to develop a social structure among themselves, Cinnamon was the first to gain world dominance, primarily due to his weight and strength. He won all of the early battles, and reigned supreme for several weeks, successfully putting down all challengers. He was ruthless, and would occasionally continue subduing his wrestling opponent past the point of submission, until the squealing forced us to intervene. Cinnamon has the sleek coat and musculature of a panther, and is a handsome cat.

When Pinto made his move, after suddenly gaining a considerable weight advantage, Cinnamon was overthrown within a short time. He retired gracefully, and apparently gained wisdom from his experience. He's never attempted to regain his title, and is much gentler now, having tasted both victory and defeat. He undoubtedly understands the role of the underdog, particularly when he discovered that, no matter what his strength, his is the only one of the males who can be bitten without getting a mouthful of fur. Currently, his favorite playmate is Hina, the tiniest of the litter, also shorthair. She's on a growth program, with which he helps her. He never causes her any grief, even though he outweighs her by more than a pound.

Cinnamon's temperament is between that of Pinto and Patches. Like Pinto, he craves attention, though he's not so forcefully demonstrative about it. He's unassuming, but will occasionally paw at me as I go by, just to remind me that he's there. When none of the other cats are on my lap, he crawls up to me and flops belly over, asking permission to be with me. I think, having been a deposed tyrant in his earlier days, Cinnamon is still seeking forgiveness and approval. He's gaining confidence as we go out of our way to make sure he gets a share of affection, but he'll be loyal and very grateful to have his own exclusive person.