He is big and fluffy and I will call him something, (like George) once I can come up with a good name.
For now it is just "cat" or "kitty" but I can tell already he doesn't like being called those.
He's a blue Himalayan, and is about 3 years old. Someone declawed him. Damned humans.
He likes to jump up on my lap, but then he invariably slides down, because he has no front claws, and goes "thunk" on the floor.
This is the first picture I took of him, as he cowers under my desk.