I'll try not to do this too often ...
But this is my new cat. He's about five years old and utterly perfect in every way. I picked him (with Amy's help) out of the hundred or so at the Humane Society (the only other cat that really screamed "right for me" was FIV positive, poor thing).

He enjoys scratching the heck out of his scratching things (but not my furniture), amusing himself with toy mice, cuddling, and, of course, long walks on the beach.

Also, he's brilliant. I've been moving his toy mice back into the "playroom" (doubles as my dressing room; that is, it's a room too small for any real purpose which contains a closet, so I put my dresser in there and use it for getting dressed in the morning). After the third time, I happened to glance up and see him knock a mouse accidentally into the other room. Before I could get up, he trotted over, picked it up in his mouth, and carried it back to his play area. Seriously! He's like a rocket scientist. Especially considering cats don't usually learn by mimicry like dogs and children do.

That is all. For now.