You will be missed, MJ!
So this month I had to say goodbye to my foster cat, MJ. He came to me in October of last year and has had a tough time of it. He's 5 years old and has always been a single cat, so introducing him to Caspian was an adventure, to put it mildly. Those two fought like it was WWIII! I ended up sequestering them to two seperate rooms to prevent blood from being spilt.
Well, late in December I noticed that my allergies were coming back full force, and by early January it was really bad. I had to tell his owner that I couldn't keep him anymore and...he left last Saturday. I nearly cried! MJ was a lot of things, but first and foremost he was innocent and in need of a loving home. I really wish that I could have kept him, but he clearly needed what I couldn't provide.
First of all, let me make it clear that I loved MJ to death and spoiled him probably way too much. But, personality wise, I am a very independant person and need somewhat independant pets. MJ is a very needy cat - in fact, he can get really aggressive if he thinks he's not getting enough attention! He even went so far as to bite my friend on the ankle when she turned away to talk to someone. He also vocalizes all the time, which is partly why he had to be removed from his previous home. But what a sweetie! Despite the temper, he's really a cute cat. I'm convinced that all his quirky behavior was due primarily to the fact that he had competition in the house and was constantly being threatened by said competition.
For the longest time he shied away from me and spent most of his time around my roommate. He would stalk him day and night, howl outside his door, throw himself against his door to try to get inside his room, and guard his shoes like Cerberus guarding the gates of Hades. 
I teased my roommate all the time, saying that MJ was more than just affectionate towards him. He'd keep us up half the night with his banging at the door! And he loved to curl up behing him in the armchair. I always felt like second best - he came prowling around to me only after he'd established that his first love was unavailable - but I still gave him lots of treats for looking cute and acting nice. MJ and I worked hard on his biting and scratching; by January he was doing it a lot less (he just hissed and growled instead) and he was standing up for himself a bit more. The last fight they had was terrible, though! I thought that they might have moved past the fighting, but they were more than eager to attack each other and duke it out - to the death, if I had let them be. As it was MJ almost fell off of the back of the refridgerator and would have gotten hurt if he hadn't gotten caught on a food tray I'd left up there. Caspian sure is a bully!