Look at those pink paws.
My first cat was named Del. I adopted him from a pet shop in 1992. He was a stray kitten left at the back door of the pet shop.
Del kept to himself and only came looking for me when he was hungry. He didn't fuss about and only requested his corridor stroll among the potted plants every morning. He loved sitting by the window and watched the traffic go by. We lived on the second floor then and in front of a busy intersection.