My kitty, Punkin. She's absolutely crazy, prone to rather bizarre mood swings (you'll be petting her one instant, she'll be really affectionate, then suddenly she's had enough and will start hissing and swatting at you), tends to let her curiosity get the better of her, and loves exploring.
Sounds like my Sanka. She'll be 16 in June. Long-haired, black-and-white psychotic animal. Totally opposite in character to Lachlan, a silver tabby, who'll be 18 in March. He's a total softy, perfectly happy to get along with our dog, even to the extent of eating out of the same bowl at the same time. He doesn't mind being manhandled by the neighbours' kids, either, whereas Sanka runs and hides as soon as she hears them coming and will attack them if they approach her anyway (we have warned them not to).
No photos at the moment (hubby lost our camera on holiday and the camera on my phone sucks). I'll post some as soon as I can borrow a better camera for a few minutes!