His name, as of Friday, is Pilot.
He's a joy. He's a character...he is full of energy and love and happiness and joy. He follows Tim around like he is a god. He chases the cats and they don't seem to mind too much. He keeps nuzzling Juneau who puts up with it.
And he likes yarn.
He grabbed the Zauberball I was working with for Socks and ran around the house with it (not quite sure what's going to happen with that project now). He also found a hank of Wollmeise in the 'yarn room' and placed it gently at my feet. He's had various interactions with WIPs that have resulted in the reorganization of my knitting bag and the placement of every project in its own bag.
And I don't mind a bit.