My little speech is simple: Adopt Me!! No other way to say this - I am an extraordinary cat! I have Personality - and I do mean Personality! I show off - yes, I do. What!! You're not looking at me, oohing and ahhing? Watch this, hear this - I thump the door. Thump! Thump! Rattle! Oh, yeah, rattle! Do you feel Personality coming through? I knew it. The cat girls here just sigh; they are in love with me. Well, aren't you?

I am watching you; I like you. Would you like to stop in for a spot of tea? Just a bit of British dignity here - proud and lively. About my name - I'm a sweetheart...."Oooh, you big Nummers, you." I heard you say it. My Personality is rubbing off on you - probably a little grey and white hair, too. I just love your attention. I make you smile; I make you laugh. I am Nummers - the Man of the Hour.

My story: a kind fellow noticed me hanging out in the bushes near his house. He saw me once, he saw me twice. He saw me several times. And he saw I couldn't walk right. Broke a leg, I did. Broke it badly, too. The vet put me back together with pins and screws, baling wire, and probably some superglue. I'll never make it through airport security - but I don't want to fly, anyway. I'm zipping around just fine now - a little too fine for my own good, so I've heard. I'm just about good as new. $100 to my therapists here at the rehab facility, and you get a big armful of Personality - me! Nummers! Cat Extraordinaire!