lucas is the brains of the outfit. the hockey-player. the he of the mighty voice. he is also an under-the-cover cat. known for unusually thick fur and tail, and needle-like claws the colour of smoke, he is accounted a king among cats. originally aloof, he has become insistently affectionate, to the point of rubbing his cheeks against my knuckles as i type. he often rotates between lap and desktop, basking in the vent of the heat-sink. he has a 'nip problem, but manages it well. he is very nimble-pawed and has mastered turning off the cable modem and closing programs while i am working. here he spies on me from behind the cemetery.