Back in July I was in the garden and heard a faint meow. I looked around and found a kitten at the side of the yard in the bushes. I tried to get close and it wasn't having any part of me. So I finshed up and went in. Later on I went out to close up the coup and there was the kitten sitting in the coup door for the chickens with it's paws crossed and looking out of the coup. It was raining and it was probably happy to be dry. I couldn't figure out how it got in, till I tried to get it and it squeazed throught the 2 x 3 fence and went under the coup. I checked in the morning and it was still there. My wife closed up the coup the next night for me and saw it. So the next day I set the haveaheart trap and with in the hour We had the kitten. I figure it was about 12 weeks old. With in an hour I was able to pet it and it was eating. We checked and decided to name her Chickie. I thought it was appropriate. So after a coulpe of weeks we noticed a cough and set up a vet appointment and found out she had lung worms and a fever. And the vet checked and now Chickie is Couper. My niece named him because I couldn't figure out a boy name that would work. And now he doesn't take any crap from the dog He sleeps in the bed with us and the dogand he let us put a flea and tick coolar on him and didn't even try to get it off. I've had a lot of cats over the years and He has to be the most amazing little guy I've ever had.