This is Rags.
When I got my first apartment, I wanted to get a cat, so I adopted Rags from Wayside Waifs. At the time, he was 9lbs, had short hair, and a nasty upper respiratory infection that nearly killed him. In fact, the week after I picked up from the shelter, I had to take him to a vet because the URI was so bad. This vet, who I won't name because he's a jackass, told me the best thing I could do for Rags was "take him back to where I got him and get another cat." Heartbroken and deeply concerned for the fate of my poor, sick kitty, I did call Wayside Waifs, who graciously allowed me to bring Rags back to them for free treatment of his URI.
Nine years and 15lbs later (I weighed him the other day and he comes in at a healthy 25lbs), Rags is the most wonderful cat I've ever had the pleasure of being around. He's incredibly trusting of anyone, and craves human contact like food or water. He's multitalented, in that he will come when called, he'll fetch, and he will meow when commanded to do so. Yep - he speaks on cue.
Also, Rags loves you. He doesn't care if you are "cat person" or not - he wants to lay against you, he demands you pay him attention, and given his size, you don't have much choice but to comply with his demands. You see, Rags is the living embodiment of the phrase, "I'm not fat, I'm big-boned."
Rags snores, he meows just to hear himself talk, he loves nothing more than to be held for hours at a time, he carries around a little stuffed toy like a security blanket, and I thank the universe every day for letting me be the one who gets to spend time with Rags. Given that he's at least 10 years old, I'm becoming more cognizant of the fact that he won't be around forever. In the mean time, I take as many pictures of him as I can and I try not to complain when he meows too much. One day I'll really miss it.
Aww... now I can't wait to get home and scratch him on the chin.