our idea one would be a black scruffy fluffy monster and, by chance, thats exactly what we got.
Ah, there's no "chance" about it - a feline celestial agency arranges these things - a bit like Nanny Mcfeline
The Fates have sent absolute belters to our door over the years. And we tend to get just what we need.
Our youngest little un was like that - they thought at the shelter that he was around 4 months old, but he was just very underweight and undernourished (not a great start to his life bless him!) but since then we discovered he was in fact only just 3 months. Now of course he's growed and growed and growed, and at just over 7 months old, he's now as big as our 22 month old cat.
Am so pleased he's captured your hearts so totally. That's exactly how it should be. And I bet he feels the same way about his new Mam and Dad Sassybots.
To discourage him from biting, just pull him away firmly but gently and say "No" - if that doesnt work, say "ouch!" - look shocked and hold him up, saying "ouch - no!" He wont take a blind bit of notice, but by then you'll be so busy giggling at the look on his face you won't care.