It was ptobably Adebesi's hat that captivated him.
I don't know...Harmon killed another cat in a fight, according to the teenage gang bangers who lived across the street about twenty years ago. I didn't see the fight, but I heard one of them say 'there's that cat who killed Smokie!' when he saw Harmon. He didn't have a scratch on him. He might have liked the
OZ music soundtrack... It was bizarre, the way he only paid attention to THAT specific TV show...
Harmon was the cat equivalent of Bo Jackson when he was young. He was 6.5 kilograms of all muscle. He had a cat girlfriend who lived up the street. Her owner let her go out on the second story porch, and he got there by literally running up the wall. Seriously! He used to catch mice, outside, at night, and bring them home alive, to play with them like toys. I usually killed the mouse, then Harmon got a plate of tuna. One mouse got away from him in the house, and when he caught it two weeks later, he ate it, then regurgitated a few minutes later, so that one was personal. One time when he was hunting that mouse, he used a mirror that was on the floor beside one of the living room walls, so he was definitely smarter than the average cat. He was a ginger mackerel tabby, with darker orange tiger stripes.
Harmon was born with fully functional internal testicles. His original owners didn't have him neutered because they thought that would be redundant, but he was 'all male'. I'll never get another cat because I know I would be disappointed. The only reason why I had him in the first place was because he came to my second floor porch door looking for a new home.
His original owners gave him up to an animal shelter because he didn't get along with their other cats. He was adopted by the Chinese guy who used to live one floor up. That guy was schizophrenic, and had never had a pet before. The cat was happy to have a new home, and he followed his new owner around their apartment, wherever he went. In his twisted sense of reality, the guy concluded that the cat was 'spying on him', so he put him in a harness and tied him to a chair in his kitchen. If you're a cat, pretty much the last place in the world where you'd want to be is tied up in a Chinese guy's kitchen.
He managed to escape, and sought asylum one floor down. A few days later, the guy from upstairs knocked on the door to see if I had seen his cat. He took the cat back, and the next day, Harmon escaped again, and came back to my porch. I offered the guy $100 for the cat, but he said 'No!' It went on like that for about six months, until the guy upstairs asked me if I still wanted to buy the cat, and he asked for $40.
Harmon had a great life, but when he was sixteen, he got a cancerous tumor in his cheek. I noticed it on March 8, 2019, and exactly a month later he was euthanized. Cats stop eating and start to hide when they don't want to live anymore.