Noki

Noki is the cat that I adopted earlier this year. She was a cat that traipsed around the art building up at UNT found by my co-workers sister. I happened to be living in Denton at the time and decided to adopt the feline after my co-workers sister could not suffer from cat allergies any longer. I named her "Noki" which means "soot" in Finnish. This is entirely appropriate since she is an all-black cat.

Noki is perhaps the silliest creature I have ever come across.

She plays fetch with rubber balls that she drops at my feet anytime of the day and retrieves them like a puppy.
She grunts like Marge Simpson in response to almost anything, rather than full-out meowing (which she also does on occasion)
She can hear paper being wadded up from a mile away and will race from whatever she is doing to stare at you vulture-like until you finally drop it on the floor for her to bat around.
She loves to be loved (but not too much).

She makes so much mischief that I caught her red-handed in the photo below of her tossing my shoes out of my closet.

Noki meet world. World meet Noki.