Shair.
A slim Russian Blue feline. Catty kitty of a fairly feminine shape. He stands at five foot even, ears adding up to another two inches to that. He's short compared to average.
Like many cats he's...particular. Give him affection and he enjoys it up to an unspecified point, at which point he will either lose interest or act up with a hint of energy that he didn't seem to have before. His eyes are nearly emerald green and hold a stare that almost says "I'm bored" when they're closed partially. It doesn't seem to change until he's smiling, smug like the world is a ball of yarn.
He's happy to be scratched and rubbed on, rumbling like a miniature engine is stuck in his throat on idle. He could be called docile. Though sometimes he can be pretty laconic.
Commonly he's found wearing things like scarves and a sweater in colder weather. And in warmer weather tends he to like waist-hugging attire. Occasionally he's been found to wear the jacket to a suit with a short shirt underneath and mis-matched knee-high socks. The last thing that he has going for him is the shorts he usually wears, hugging the shape of his rounded bottom. What a sight when he does decide to bend over and pick up something he dropped.