His name is Goliath. The cat, not the Dude. He is supposedly 8, though he appears much younger. He takes up a lot of real estate. He's skinny and muscular, supposedly came from a man who was told he had too many cats by Animal Control. Breed, unknown. Likes other cats, obviously. But right now he's segregated in our bedroom for a few days. We let him roam the house to get used to it after the other 3 have been put out for the night. It's more a question of them accepting him than the other way 'round, I think.
But here he is:
Oh yeah. Forgot to mention. He's tall enough on his back legs to try and twist the door knob. That's 36 inches high. And someone taught him to sit up on his back legs and move his front paws together like a dog begging for a treat. He's an odd one. Should fit right in with the rest of the odd menagerie in this place.