Miles, who turned 6 this week. He's giving me that look like, "she's pointing that damn thing in my face again and I'm trying to sleep here!"
My other cat went missing in July. Every week I go to Petsmart and look at the cats to adopt. And every week I walk away, thinking--it's not right; not yet.
eta: I notice above I made a mistake when I said I'm not a cat person. I meant "dog person" duh.