We had two cats from the shelter. We've had cats before, including this amazing asshole who, like his immediate successor, was eaten by the local wildlife:
But these two were a couple old ladies, and they're the dumbest fucking cats I've ever seen. One is worth the bother, because she was basically my son's therapy cat that got him through a shitty start to life and success in high school and college; the other is scared of everything, shits barfs and pisses where she shouldn't, doesn't like snuggling, and doesn't catch varmints. She catches her own tail, yelps in surprise when she bites down, and then does it all over again.
Last fall, the Cat Distribution System brought us a third cat, this guy. Meet Scout.
He claimed our daughter as his human, as you can see.
Here he is with his third gift of a gopher to us. Good boy. Very good boy.
Don't let the relative adorableness of this photo fool you into thinking that this was a friendly cross-species relationship; I had to clean the bloody remains of that varmint fifteen minutes after this photo was taken.
VERY good boy.