TommyTommy is a Russian Blue, attached to my high school buddy Mark out in Irvine, California. I first met Tommy (who’s named for a character in a play) in Boston when Mark was going to law school. He’s an endearing-yet-odd cat that chirp-squeaks when you pick him up. I think the chirp means, “You have 3 seconds to put me back on the floor before you are quite dead”. So far, I have not seen the time limit tested.