A friend of mine's mother had nine cats, and offered me one. Actually, she offered me two, but it turned out that only one of them appeared to be suitable for children; the rest of them were all too shy, except for the one who is reported to have bad litterbox behavior. BTDT; no thanks.
He is an eleven month old orange tabby, by the name of Tawny. He was very friendly towards me when I first met him, and then when the kids and I picked him up he went right up to both of them. He didn't much enjoy the car ride, and then when we got home to the new environment he was kind of scared, and hid behind the toilet for a while. But now he runs around the whole house like he owns the place, and is indeed very interactive for the kids.
Three days later, someone posted on freecycle, she was moving and couldn't take her cat to the new apartment. 2 years old. Female, spayed, tortoiseshell, long but not persian-length hair, very soft, except where there are horrid mats, of which there are infinite. It was such a huge job I decided I needed professional help, so she'll be shaved soon -- I got a couple pictures quick before she got ugly though! It'll take some time to grow out after that, but she'll be gorgeous in the end.
I believe Chloe is not as friendly as she would be if Tawny weren't here. Too bad; I was hoping for a Mottle-replacement. There was a bit of horribleness in cat interactions at the beginning, which is starting to settle down.
Ken said, "You're done now, right?" Yes, really I am.
Tawny camoflages himself with a toy.
She has some amusing favorite spots: