It's never polite to talk about a woman's age, but if yesterday's adoptable cats were too young for your taste, know that Mr. Pete, an orange female, has recently passed her giggling years. And she's newly single.

Pete is the long-time cherished pet of a good friend who went and did this crazy thing. He got married, moved to the Upper West Side, and no doubt will soon have his wife put Cheryl and I on the invitation list to their kid's oboe recital. (Given how quickly he and his wife accomplish things, I expect them to magically give birth to a 6 year old enrolled in a charter school any day now.)

Everything was perfect, save for his wife's insane cat allergy. An intensive cleaning routine backed up with multiple air filters didn't cut the mustard. So, Pete's now two months into a stay at Paws and Claws in Williamsburg, waiting for a new home.

And in case Pete deciding to recycle herself isn't enough to win you over, click through for more photos of her being herself.