I visited Snow Storm at the shelter today.  It's a good thing we didn't name him Snow Flake, because he did turn out to be a boy.

He's a very loving cat.  He loved to have me pet him and rub his cheeks through the cage (he's still sequestered because he hasn't had all of his shots yet) and he cried for me when I left. 

I gave him some treats and a catnip toy.  I almost didn't give him the toy because he already had one, but I figured, hey, he can have two.  We also got him one of those white snuggle pads, but he even had a little cat bed!  So we just left the pad out in the open.  The cat that was already closest to it got on it.

I even snuck a couple of pets in on the shelter's resident grump. 

Shiloh isn't haunted - men are haunted.  Shiloh doesn't care.