The Little Dude
By request: this is Popeye being held by my friend Diane. He's not quite a Russian blue but he's remarkably similar to my last cat Smokey who still lives at the old house. That's part of the reason why I took him in. Having him around is like having a taste of home.
I still haven't been able to determine if he belongs to someone else. He didn't seem to know what to do with a cat litter box until well into his second day here. While he's friendly, it has to be on his own terms because if I try to approach him he runs off. Yet, while he may be skittish, it could be that he's just been an indoor cat his whole life. He did seem reasonably healthy, well-fed and not abused except for the nick in his left ear.
I haven't had a problem, yet, with him spraying otherwise my friend with her keen nose would've smelled it. In fact, aside from him being an asshole and tipping over his water bowl at every available opportunity (he only gets an inch or so of water at a time now), he's been a perfect little gentleman and follows me around the house and lies down next to whereever I am for extended periods of time.
For now, I'll operate under the assumption that I'm all he's got because it's obvious that as far as physical companionship and unconditional affection goes, he's all I got.