Just a regular cat.
An absolutely unreasonable amount of neck. Otherwise, completely normal.
We started measuring on Monday. The tape ran out on Tuesday.

He eats like any other cat. He just eats a little higher up. Cumulus on weekdays, the fluffy ones on Sundays. The pigeons have complained.
He does not take the stairs. He does not take the lift. He stands on the pavement and says hello through the window. The neighbours have stopped screaming.

House rules
He doesn't know either.
The rest arrives later.
Roughly forty metres of knitting.
That is where he is.