I am Midnight, the talking cat. I say "o-kaaaay" all of the time. I am all glossy black and beautiful. I am fat because my humans feed me a lot.

I was found outside, hanging around the yard. My pervious owners left me outside to fend for myself, although I have no front claws. I had an infected dog bite on my face when my new mother found me.

(If you don't want to declaw a cat, but you also don't want to risk the possibility of torn furniture, most animal sheters have plenty of declawed cats from which to choose. Remember, though, that all cats are capable of peeing, pooping and vomiting on furniture. So if you really can't stand the thought of that, please don't get a cat.)