This is my other cat, Sinclaire. She's a one and a half-year-old brown tabby. I swear to God she looked exactly like an ocelot when she was a kitten. He shelter named used to be Delahoya. They gave her that name because she was brought to the shelter by someone who found her lying on the side of the road when she was about a month old. She had a cold and pneumonia and the shelter didn't think she was going to make it, but she pulled through so they named her Delahoya, after Oscar Delahoya. We renamed her Sinclaire because my sister is stupid.