Freelance writer working on a Linux manual. I am new to computer geekery. My background is in Literature. I can recite several long speeches from SHakespeare if you ask me... but I wouldn't reccomend it. I have five cats, and do ocasional volunteer work at a no-kill shelter. I do love dogs, and I used to help my friends take care of their Great Danes, but I find that when you get past a certain number of pets, it's best to confine yourself to one species, and five cats are not much more trouble than one.

In approximate order of Birth (and in the order of their photos): ***Cecil Caliban-- 11 years, male-- AKA "Prince Greedy" "Mr. Food" and "Jerkface Boy" Maine Coon Mix. Cecil was brought up in a household with 9 other cats, and as a kitten he used to run from dish to dish at feeding time, trying to keep any other cat from getting any food. He has dry food all the time, but lives for the moment when I open that daily can of 9 Lives. If he thinks I've forgotten, he'll get in my face and YELL! And yet, he is a big sweetie. If he sees me petting another cat, instead of being jealous, he'll join in with the lovin by rubbing up against the same cat from the other side. Every other cat loves him, even the warlike Oscar. If he wasn't mostly stomach, he'd be all heart. ***Oscar Wild- M- 9 years-- big fat Tabby, my most angst-ridden cat, prone to fighting with Elvis and Simba. He howls like a banshee if they come near him, so of course they take that as a challenge. Oscar is prone to acts of "protest defecation", but also prone to crawling under the covers and climbing into my arms. Extremely affectionate with me. Is he my favorite? They're all my favorite! Of all my cats, Oscar has the most expressive eyes. I think it comes accross in his picture. ***Little Guinevere F -5 Years- Russian Blue Mix-- My one and only girl and SUCH A BEAUTY! Usually very gentle and timid, but in a household of males, she holds her own. Back when Oscar used to pick on Elvis (the tables have since turned), Little G once leaped to Elvis' defense, landing on Oscar with all four claws. That as quite quite a sight! Not only did the fur fly, but this time the fur was still attached to the cats! Little G arrived mysteriously in my life exactly one month after the passing of the original Guinevere, also a Russian Blue Mix. That was a tough loss, and she has been my comfort and joy. Little G has a special relationship with Cecil. When she first arrived, Cecil would hold her down and groom her. At first she resisted, but before long, she was presenting herself. Occasionally, Cecil tries to mount her. (Of course, everyone has been spayed or neutered, excepting only myself.) Little G loves Cecil, and puts up with the indignity... to a point. ***Elvis- M- 4 years- Tabby. To be perfectly frank, Elvis is my most ordinary-looking cat, and yet, paradoxically, the cutest. He has a mellow disposition, and projects an aura of total innocence, even when he is up to complete mischief. He has a taste for antagonizing Oscar for his own amusement. He'll take a couple of haphazard swipes at him just to watch Oscar freak out. He also has a high-pitched "mew" that is at once disarmingly cute and painful to hear. He may not be very bright... or maybe he's just "eccentric". ***Simba-- age unknown-- orange mixed breed. my only cat who isn't a little bit chubby. He's wiry and strong, curious, talkative, and otherwise charming. Simba was a neighborhood cat who used to approach me on the street, apparently asking me to adopt him. It was hard to refuse, but I was unemployed and didn't feel I could take on another cat. But then, one day, he came to me badly injured, big pieces of skin missing from his hind quarters. The vet said that he may have been injured by a fan belt when seeking shelter under the hood of a car. As you can see from the photo, he has since healed completely.

Cecil says: SORRY, CAN'T CHAT RIGHT NOW, IT'S TIME FOR MY CAN OF NINE LIVES!!!

I am a man seeking a woman age 30 to 52

Is it okay to not have any expectations? I am world weary and open hearted enough to not want to be terribly goal-oriented about this. My objectives in dating are: 1. To sharpen my social skills 2. To have fun 3. To have new experiences 4. To explore emotional intimacy with the right person, in a tasteful and respectful way. 5. With luck, To share physical intimacy, in a repectful, affectionate and imaginative way. 6. With much luck, To find a life partner. Just about anything, even a terrible experience, falls within these parameters, and I welcome it. I know that everybody wants to be with the man who quote "knows what he wants" unquote, but I've been something of a dreamer all my life, and now what I want is to be something of a doer, and that means someone who responds to life as it is. My ideal date would be me doing something that I would never imagine doing on my own, and discovering that I love it. I may not seem romantic at first, because I dislike cliches. Look deeper. Turn-ons include glasses, tattoos, body hair, a wit that could cut me to ribbons but doesn't, a mature disposition in a youthful package, a youthful disposition in a mature package, natural fibers. I like big healthy women and petite healthy women, but healthy is important, more important than quote "looks" unquote. However, if you're struggling with smoking, drinking, drugs, or weight, I've got a certain amount of respect for the process of change. I've been there with the smoking and the drinking, and I'm currently trying to lose a few pounds. Turn-offs include Conservative Republicans, long painted nails, and women who shave their bodies to the extent that they resemble little girls or Barbie dolls-- which is about as delicately as I can possibly put that.

Hmmmmmm. I tried to find out what activities my cats are seeking birds, fish, and small animals for, and I found them to be... elusive. I think we'd just better leave well enough alone. For crying out loud, there are FIVE of them... they're not lonesome!