This is Riddick. Riddick is 14 weeks old, has a few stray white hairs, but is for all practical purposes, a black cat. No, I’m not superstitious. He has been scared the last two days, but I got him out of hiding this morning and we have started to bond. It’s hard to tell from the picture, but he is barely bigger than my hand. Still has milk teeth, that I can tell you. He is fierce, hahahaa, hence the name Riddick. He’s very sweet, now that he is getting to know me. I only hope that he and Izzie become best friends. Izzie is very sweet, and loving, but, she hates to be held, or petted for long. She’ll happily sleep at your feet, and talk to you all day long. I wanted a companion for her, and a little buddy for me that liked to be held. I believe it will work out. Riddick woke me up at 6 am crying. I wish I could have adopted his brother as well, but two cats is enough.