I got Milo from a shelter back in May. He is five and is a great big man-cat. Oh my, I love him. He did all the perfect cat things and was nuzzly and snuggly and slept in the crook of my arm. He sprayed, but that's what great big man-cats do when you bring them someplace new. He was aggressive, but that's normal for a confused cat in a place he doesn't know.
My landlord won't allow me to have an outdoor cat - which, it turns out Milo is. When I won't let him out he gets scarily violent. He's strong and he bites like he means it. I have to be afraid of him pretty much all the time.
I do not know what to do. Look at his fuzzy gorgeousness:
How could you not love that face?
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