For those who might have difficulty deciphering the complex code of the last post, i will state plainly: I have obtained a Cat. His name is George O'Malley. He had been languishing for four months in the SPCA for a crime he didn't commit. I sprung him on the promise of good behavior. He is large and orange and purrs within a five foot proximity of a potentially affectionate human. He also plays soccer with decapitated toy mice. He perches at my window flicking his tale and sits on my lap to watch Battlestar Gallactica with me. Just like everybody else, he has a crush on Starbuck. He is the perfect cat.