Fast-forward five years. My brother and SIL have been planning a move for some time, and knew they might need to give the cat away, so when I decided on my spur-of-the-moment trip to Seattle a few weeks ago to meet my new nephew, we decided I would take the cat back with me to NY*.
So JJ and I have been reunited, and it's taking just a little bit of time to adjust. It only took about 48 hours for every surface in my house to be covered with white hair, so there's that. I've always had a rule that anything that lives with me has to be very independent - be it plants, animals, or men. JJ has a lot of personality and is very energetic. He's not as independent as most cats, but he does come from a broken home (I got him when I lived with an old boyfriend), so I try to cut him some slack. It took him about a week to start sleeping on my bed scrunched up against my legs, which is fun. Mostly he spends time looking at the doors, hoping they will open to allow him to wander around outside (he's never been outdoors, so I don't know what that is about), and climbing to the highest point in whatever place he happens to be. Going to the vet is his least favorite pastime, as seen above.
*Never, never again will I ever travel on a plane with a cat.