I had a male Himalayan that my boss at the time bought for me when Cleo died after 18 years. His daughter was a breeder so he gifted me the kitten. Teddy (because he looked like Teddy Roosevelt) was a part of my life quite a while. He was my fly fishing cat. I'd trim his belly hair to make bug bodies on flies. He ALWAYS had patches trimmed down. He thought it was a good thing...
The Flame Point was a rescue cat that my best ex got. She babied that cat and wouldn't even let her go outside. Until the cat just escaped. Again and again, we finally put a cat door in so she could get back in. She weighed about 2 pounds and would fight any and everything. She lost pretty bad to a possum. Twice...