Well... I'm driving down the street. And in front of me, this guy swerves to miss something. Either he hit a cat, or hit it again - she was in pieces all over the road. And what do I see near the sidewalk, screaming at the top of its lungs? A little kitty. A beautiful little kitten. Screaming for his momma that had been hit. Needless to say, I dove in for the rescue. Got him, and looking at him - his blaze is crooked, just like Elliots was (the kitty I lost a few weeks ago). Went and got him a carrier and toys and things, brought him home. He is so thin - couldn't eat fast enough. He's got rocks or something caught between his paw pads. Ear mites and fleas... but otherwise bright eyed and bushy tailed. I know, I know, don't get on to me - we haven't practiced proper bio security. But that face... and the way he screams for attention. He'll be going to the vet soon. Get shots, a check up, his little man parts snipped... soon enough. He is scared of Muffin and Chester... but I guess it's just a matter of time before he gets used to them and them him. Muffin wants so bad to mother him! He is a little beggar - for attention! Rambunctious, and loves NOTHING more than to get into things and cause trouble. Starts "fights" with Muffin and Chester! So what did we name him? Loki of course. Mom calls him Jazz. Here he is, puffing at Muffin. ( I'll be uploading new pics of Loki anytime I can catch him in the act making mischief!