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Here is the latest teenager to grace our home. His name is Lucky (so much for inventive cat names).

The story goes like this. I'm riding a trolley in Paducah during the show, when the cell phone rings from my husband. "Howz it going? Well, something happened today." In my pessimistic mind, I'm thinking "He was in an accident. Something happened to one of the kids...(and the list of horrors goes on from there)".

He says "Well during the shoot today (he was doing a commercial for a city-wide clean up project), some kids found three kittens under an abandoned car. I brought one home and we're feeding it cat milk from the pet store."

(Note: I really wasn't looking for a cat. I wanted a Yorkshire Terrier. We had already had a bad experience with a stray tom cat for about 4 months. We had to relocate him (i.e., Animal Rescue League) because he was getting the crap kicked out of him by some neighborhood cat and he wasn't happy to remain a housecat. See February blog).

Given the other horrific things that could have happened, a small cat seemed harmless enough. When I arrived back from AQS, I was introduced to our new family member (he was so small he looked like a large hamster). I honestly didn't know if he was going to make it. But as luck would have it, he has grown into a sassy teenager cat.

Our home now belongs to him and he is allowing us to live in it. Any tips from "cat people" would be appreciated, as I am finding myself becoming one of your kind.