So after we lost Bill I wasn't ready for a replacement, but as the weeks went on the kids were on at us to go to the rescue shelter. So we went "just to have a look" and sure enough we did more than just look.
This is Greg who is roughly 2 years old, he had been adopted and brought back 4 times since July for a number of reasons including somebody who had him for less than 3 hours because their dog didn't like him.
Anyway the first week we kept him inside and saw why people had taken him back. The little fucker was wild he'd run about like mad climb up everywhere knock stuff off the wall but more worryingly attack everyone including the kids even when they were nowhere near him.
We persevered with him and the real turning point was when we let him out. He's so much calmer and settled and we see him burning off his energy in the garden and the street. That said he is a fucking menace, he's got into 3 neighbours houses and 4 cars so far in the last week. He will be one of those local paper stories about a cat that ends up 100 miles from home.