This is Urrow. She's about four years old. I got her on 09/09/09, which I think is really nifty, and I pretty much saved her from euthanasia as I got her from the city shelter and not from the SPCA. Whoever had her before me must have really loved her as she was very healthy and not skittish at all. I like to say we saved each other's lives as it was the third year after the messy, harrowing end of a LTR and having her was the first thing to lift me from the shock, apathy and self-destructive crap following that.
I always name cats after the first sound they make when they introduce themselves to me. Makes sense that a cat should have a name she can pronounce.

Every cliche' you ever heard about crazy cat ladies applies to me. (Except for cat hoarding! I am a firm believer cats need individual attention; one or two at the most is all I would ever consider having, and only one if I am living in a tiny studio apartment like this.)