When they got him, they already had a bunny (Winston), so they named him Churchill. He's grey tabby and white with a slightly crooked left ear from frostbite. Gives him character. Or it did, I should say. Just the sweetest kitty personality. It was sunny and 60 in Chicago yesterday, he would have been out on their screen porch in a heartbeat. He'd snuggle up in your lap and there you'd be. You're not moving till he's good and ready. I cat sat for him in January and took pictures of him being his silly self. My sister-in-law is a teacher so over the summer break they might search out another kitty, when they can be home every day to help it get acclimated. I hope they do. I don't know how old he was, I think 7 or 8.