This is Wesley. 
I adopted him from the Toronto Humane Society about two weeks ago. He’s about three years old, and was apparently in pretty rough shape when he was brought to the shelter. The staff said he had bad eyesight and weak hind legs. You can’t tell from the pictures, but he’s missing part of his left ear, presumably from a fight of some sort. But after some care and a month at a foster home, he was fit for adoption. His cage was right at the front, and when I walked in he stood up to say hello. 
While I thought he might run and hide as soon as I took him home, he very casually got out of the box and wandered around my apartment a few times. His eyesight seems quite fine – he has no problems tracking down the toy mouse on a string I got him – and his right hind leg only seems a bit wonky occasionally. 
He’s incredibly friendly, and tends to follow me around the apartment. He’ll lay on the floor behind me when I’m at the computer, so I have to be careful not to roll around too much. He likes to be fed promptly in the morning, but thus far has not tried too hard to wake me up.
He’s a very good cat.