After my dad died unexpectedly, I moved in with his mom and lived with her for several years until she passed away, too. A friend fostered me on a trial basis, but I pursued her 16-year-old cat who simply was not in the market for a gung ho playmate. When I was a kitten, my dad taught me to walk on a leash, so if you’re looking for company on a stroll around the yard (or the neighborhood once I’ve settled in and am familiar with my new surroundings), then I’m your guy. And if you care about looks, well I’m a handsome, blue-eyed Siamese and silver tabby mix that offers charm, companionship (they say I’m chatty at times!), and delight in equal measure!