Cats, OH MY!! Let me tell you about my cats. I have (had) always been a dog person until one day about 15 years ago a stray kitty wandered up (had probably been dumped) and my little dog adopted her. I named her Miss Kitty (original, huh). Anyway, Miss Kitty grew up and had kittens and at that point she became Mama Cat. That was really when I became acquainted with the antics and uniqueness of cats, but we live in the country and it's kind of hard to have cats what with the critters around. But over the years Mama Cat kept us supplied with kittens and that helped keep down our snake and other varmint population. At one point I had fourteen cats, but attrition being what it is and Mama Cat growing too old for bearing kittens (I had all the other females fixed) and the Toms wandering off and eventually not returning, I was down to two old cats. (Mama Cat died three or four years ago) One of the ones left was a "fixed" female who had the personality of a crotchety old maid and one was a half-wild Tom who was really beat up and scruffy looking from various scrapes he had been in. I commented one day that I needed a new cat or two because I wasn't sure how long these would be around. Well, my niece called me one day and asked me if I was serious because two of her cats had had kittens and two of those kittens had hitched a ride under her truck as she went to work that day. How they survived that 20+ mile trip I'll never know, but when she got to work, a fellow worker saw the kittens sitting on top of one of the tires of her parked truck. Long story short, she brought me those kittens on her way home from work. Well, I have four little granddaughters and it was hard for those two kittens to go around. One day my daughter-in-law comes in with another kitten from a litter someone was giving away at the side of a road. Okay. Now I have three. Still not enough for four granddaughters. So, at the grocery story one day, my daughter-in-law finds another litter being given away and here she comes with another one. (That, one by the way is named Super-C - for the Super C Market where he was found). Now I have four. My crotchety old maid cat ran away. She didn't like the kittens at all. We haven't seen her since the third kitten made its appearance. The wild old Tom has become Papa Cat. He loves those kittens and is never far from them. I think they've probably added some time to this life-span. And one of those kittens looks exactly like my Mama Cat did. I'd swear she was one of hers if I didn't know better. We now have Shadow (a calico who looks like my Mama Cat), Frisky, because that's what he is, Luna (a gold one) and Super C. The granddaughters named them. And I have four granddaughters who theoretically don't have to fuss over who gets to hold a kitten. HAH!! Shadow and Luna are the sweetest ones so, of course, now they all want those two. And, no, I do not want to go looking for two more sweet ones. Four is quite enough for now. Frisky and Super C are fun to watch. They just don't like being held. And the granddaughters are just going to have to settle for that. Being in the country I don't keep them as house cats. I don't want to clip their claws, BUT, all of these want to be house cats and everytime a door opens here they come, including my wild, (who isn't wild anymore) scruffy old yeller cat who has never in his life (before) wanted to come in the house. I just looked out on the porch and Frisky and Super-C are curled up in a card board box on top of the old Tom. It's the most hilarious thing. That box is hardly big enough for one cat, much less three of them. Lou Ann