Fitzwilliam Darcy
So, I'm slowly discovering that my new cat (a 10-month-old gorgeous black cat with Potter-bright green eyes), Fitzwilliam Darcy, is the exact opposite of recently deceased Lucky. He has had a chest cold for over a week -- something I didn't even know cats could get -- and he's just not gotten the hiccups, something else I didn't know cats could get. He also pretty much refuses to go to the bathroom anywhere but in our house plants (to the point that I have now covered their dirt with tinfoil and the house looks as though we're preparing for some sort of alien invasion or nuclear winter) and likes to crawl all over your chest and neck when he cuddles despite having claws that leave little red marks on your skin everywhere he kneads. He also doesn't mew so much as squeaks. It's quite cute. I find myself scratching my head at nearly everything he does, but maybe his oddities are just the differences between a girl and a boy. Hmm...