There’s just something tough about them.  Something that makes me swoon a little at the sight of a particularly macho one (read: not one that involves any nudity or blood and guts) on a nicely toned arm.  Aaww heck, who am I kidding?!  I’m not one to exclude a rip-roaring, bustin’-outta-his-sleeves set of guns either. =0) 


Case in point:



***puuuurrrrrrrrrrr, meeeoooooowwwwww!!!***