My mother informed me of a "new chapter of her life" and that was her getting a new cat. She's never had one since I was born at least, we've always had dogs. She lives alone and it only took about a year for her to feel the loneliness I suppose. She's calling the cat Danny. He is suppose to be about a year old, and he was apparently "taken" from a previous owner who was most likely a deadbeat. Danny got neutered yesterday so I figured it wouldn't be the best day to meet him. I'm sure he doesn't feel the same anymore.