Boris, the cat, on the table, on the sofa, on a chair. He's 17 years old, born in Oakland, California, where my son, Jeffrey rescued him and his sister (who is now deceased), and traveled to New York via Jeffrey's friend's lap. My daughter, who works for a fancy bus company, then had the two kitties picked up in a town car and brought to East Hampton. Here he lives, happily ever after (most of the time). We've had a dog, another cat, but he is currently the sole Pet-in-Residence.