Our big new cat

Our new cat has had a difficult time fitting into our house, as you can see.

Doesn't everyone adore relaxing on a freshly-cleaned, cool granite counter?

Actually, from the day he arrived, it was pretty obvious that this big cat was meant to be with us.  He's been splayed out on the floor, taking up a lot of room on the sofas, and  and lounging on the dining room table like he owns the place.  He follows us around like a dog.  And--special bonus--he's a lap cat!  I'd forgotten how much fun it is to have a younger, active cat around the house. 

He hasn't warmed up to Janie yet.  Even though he's about twice the size of Jane, he squealed like a little kitty and ran to hide in his room when he first saw her.  We're hoping that eventually they will learn to tolerate each other.  Kibbie is sleeping most of the time now, and she doesn't seem to be bothered by our new cat at all.

But enough of that, you say.  What is his name?

(Drum roll, please)

Gus 

Thanks to Laura (David's wife) for the suggestion, and for all the ideas!  The runners-up were Xedo (Jody), Oreo (Olivia), Teddy (Jordan) and Winston (Lindy).  We liked the idea of using an old fashioned man's name (I kinda like Charles or Harold), but in the end, we decided that our big, new cat looks like a Gus.

Update:  I forgot to mention that Gus reminds us (tremendously) of the world's most gregarious cat, Zeddie.  So, let's hear it for adult male cats rescued from the Humane Society!