Freddy, My Love and I have often discussed getting a fourth pet. He really, really wants an English bulldog, but we have a hole in the fence. And three cats, one of whom is quite high-strung, apparently, and requires frequent vet visits. Thursday night we went to sign out oil and gas lease (yay for neighborhood coalitions!) Walking into the building, we saw a sign announcing a gray kitten free to a good home. No, we can't... Too many cats already... Indy wouldn't be able to handle it..." As luck would have it, our paperwork took an extra half hour because of a legal typo when I bought the house. During the wait, Freddy got up to "get some water." We'd seen the kitten being carried by a few other people in the room, so I told him NOT to come back with the kitten. He came back with the kitten. So now we have a new kitten. LET IT BE NOTED that this was all Freddy's doing. He knew full well what would happen if he brought that kitten anywhere near me. And he did it anyway. That's like taking a heroin addict going through withdrawal directly into a heroin drug lab camp somewhere in a jungle in Southeast Asia (even if it is to rescue your co-star). His name, in case you were wondering, is Augusted McCrae. Photos to come at a later date. So far, Indy is dealing well. I thought he would, since he was pretty open to new people when Princess joined the family and when Happy was adopted, too. Princess and Happy, though, are not too keen on the whole Gus thing. I'll keep you posted. | 
