I'm Roly, Rolando, Rolls, RoRo. I'm old, fat, and have a belly that swings comically back and forth when I trot or run. My mother Piper was an indoor-only CKC purebred pied Persian (mostly white with black markings), and my father was a big stray tomcat down the street, or so I hear. I guess Mama Piper got some sort of opportunity to sneak out when no one was looking! I sleep about 22 out of 24 hours in a day. This weird little smooshed-faced freak showed up a few years ago and I'm not a huge fan of that young punk. We often have OK-Corral, "high noon" style standoffs/staring matches over food. I usually win but his cockiness is rather annoying. I tolerate him though... he can be ok sometimes. He's an indoor-only cat and sometimes he slips outside when he's not supposed to and I get *very* concerned. I usually go out to look for him and try to coax him back in. Alright, so maybe I care about him just a little bit... I have kitty asthma and tend to sneeze a lot and the sneezes are... well... productive. Most people are grossed out by me but the younger one of my 2 human mommies doesn't mind and lets me snug with her anyways. Her bed (memory-foam topper!) is my favorite place to sleep in the whole world. I give her "silent meows" and my pupils hugely dilate when I want 'tenchies (attention). She knows me so well that somehow she can predict when I'm about to sneeze and lifts me off the bed... pretty smart human. I've been told I'm a very cool, even-tempered, and very adaptable cat. I've moved 9 times throughout my life and about to move again for the 10th time! I don't really mind, as long as I get my crunchykibblefuds and get to knead my claws into a warm lap!