Around this time of year, back in 2003, I followed a desperate mew in an abandoned basement and found a small, hungry, ringworm-ridden, tuxedo brat of a kitten.
Three years later, Sylvester is a gorgeous semi-longhaired tomcat, and still a brat.
Here's my fluffy boy, stalking (ha ha) the wild pigeons alongside Luna:
And here's with the girls warming during a cold winter afternoon:
Adorable little rascal!