My name is Lemmy!

From his amazing Foster:

Lemmy – Stealin’ Hearts and Breakin’ Legs
 
When was the last time you woke up hungover in the back alley of a pizza hut?
Have you ever asked, “where did I leave my keys?” only to discover you’d left them in your car, which is now at the bottom of a river.
Have you ever thought, “you know what would make hurtling through space on a giant rock made of water and demagoguery better? A cat!”
But not just any cat – a wandering ronan of a cat, a deadly fighter with no respect for the rules of man, nay god!
He’s cat who plays by his own rules so hard that if he was on the police force the captain would threaten him daily with taking his badge and gun because, “Damn it, Lemmy! You’re a loose cannon!”
yet he still reliably uses the litter box.
He came from the streets, with paws tapped like the fists of a boxer and a crooked grin that let’s everyone know he can take a joke but has the fangs to take a bite out of crime.
He went 12 rounds with a German Sheapard and still came out on top. Sure he took some licks, but you should see the other guy. Lemmy took a paper clip and dental floss in his shaking paw and stitched himself back together like some kind of damn cat John Wick.
The only thing he loves more than justice is treats and the only thing he loves more than treats is -more treats.
More than a home, Lemmy needs a base of operations from which to run his world-wide syndicate of loyal fans and friends who fight for truth, justice, and more treats.
If there's a problem...If no one else can help...And if you can find him...Then Lemmy is the man for the job.