Well, unnamed kitty came out from under the desk and is sleeping by my feet. He is not always by my feet; much of the time he is rubbing my legs, begging for pats, and somersaulting for attention. His mangled ear may give him the appearance of being a fighter, but he is really a clown cat. And, a very sick clown cat at that. This is what I learned about him. Before coming to the League, he spent two months at another area shelter. He was surrendered because he was "too old."
Unnamed and under my feet, this is one sweet, albeit sick, marshmellow cat.