Anyway. My kitty's name is Miffy. Her previous owner was an elderly woman who enjoyed knitting and watching TV, much like myself.
Miffy's 5 years old, and looks like Clancey (I hope I spelled his name right..) and loves the smell of fabric softner (don't we all?) and the blanket my great grandma made me. I've only had her for 4 days, so we're still getting used to each other, but as my room-mates pointed out-she likes me more than them. Why shouldn't she? I'm the one who feeds her, and lets her sleep on my feet.