“To eat, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub (I really like it around the head, oooh don't stop), For in this hourly sleep what dreams of a new home may come...” Where was I? Oh yes, I am Hamlet a handsome guy of a quasi-tuxedo fashion. Compared to my moody cousin in Denmark, I'm a quiet easy going guy. New situtations spook me a bit at first, (Oh my, was that my father's ghost I just saw) but I settle in quickly. I like to explore my surroundings and find quiet places by myself to hang out - your bed would make a lovely spot. I like dangly toys the best and my foster dad has a great toy I love, a length of pull chain that wiggles and squirms like a snake. Out damn spot! Oh, that laser toy drives me crazy. Is that crinkle crinkle I hear? Toss my crinkle ball and I will bat it around the block and then bring it back and drop it at your feet to play fetch. Just don't call me Spot. Given to soliloquies, I think I'd like to be your solo cat, but I may do well with another assertive friendly cat. To be or not to be the center of your attention, that is the question I ask you. The only tragedy would be if I don't find a new home where I can be your buddy.