This is Snickers. She came from the Humane Society, her bachelor owner died and his family didn't want her. She was a big kitten when I got her and they were going to put her to sleep. They are supposed to be a non-kill but she was hissing and spitting so much that they were afraid she wasn't going to settle down. She's about four years old and follows me around like an old dog. She like to get on my shoulder when I'm using the computer or sit on the keyboard. Bet I've sent a lot of strange email. I sit in the chair and she's in my lap. She likes my wife but I'm her human. Guess she knows I'm the one that saved her.