My father

Like most cats, I never knew my father. But my human thinks he knew my father.

My father was (probably) Beardy Cat, a pink-nosed tuxedo with a black chin. His black fur went halfway down his arms. He was not overly friendly, but did eat in the shed and sit on the chair. If my human ever got to pet him, it was while he was eating. He left when I was born. My human saw Beardy Cat in a wild field once after I was born, but couldn't get him to come back. Dorian and one other cat were with him, but the human was not able to get him to come back.

He doesn't have a picture of him, however.