I inherited this cat, apparently. He's trouble. He's the kinda cat that, if left to his own devices, would jump into the nearest electric substation and fry himself and knock out power for a small city. He has no sense of personal safety, parkour master in his own mind, would try to catch squirrels if he could escape.

Mom named him James. We figure he's a good 'Jimmy' with a true gotta-dance! attitude, so the name can stick.