Now, that's what I call a cat! Big red toms are the kings of the outdoors, I could go on for volumes about my parents' Tybalt, who my mother spent about three years enticing into being house cat....but once he settled in, what a hunk of purry snuggle love he become overnight! All 17 pounds of him! And not an ounce of than was fat, truly! Before Tybbie "retired" Colorado's Grand Valley around Palisade was swarming with red kittens.