Tank was very affectionate when he was not busy playing, hunting any flies that may have gotten in our apartment, or eating. He was Daddy's boy all the way. Sundays were always spent laying on the couch watching NASCAR (
not to big on the whole NASCAR thing myself, but Jason and Tank bonded every week to it) and any other type of sport that may be on after the race. He loooved Jason! He was very playful, very smart, and quite strong! He had the best personality I have ever seen in a cat. Stinky, his sister, is an anxious girl, always runs when someone knocks on the door, gets scared easily, but loves me tons and really loves her belly rubbed. She has always been more affectionate than Tank (with me), but Tank was waaaay laid back and chill all the time. Unless he was stalking a bug. Then he was serious. He was so cute whenever we'd come home from the grocery store...it was like Christmas! He would poke through every single bag, looking at what we got. Cute. Anyway, Tank was awesome, had the best personality in the world...yes, I might have to say that I agree with that statement.