Hehehe, Sir Fluffybutt. The American Dream Dusty Rhodes (Yes, that's his name) I SWEAR is a Ragamuffin who just wandered into our lowly first apartment. Chrysler Le Baron my wife found, on said car in our second apartment's parking lot when she was to leave for work. I was asleep at the time. She comes back inside, so I'm confused. She says she's leaving a cat in the bathroom. I'm more confused. At around... 1 or so, I think to myself as I wake up, "There is no way there is a cat in this bathroom". I open the door. "Oh. Hello". Maxwell Edison was a black kitten we found crying for his mom at around one in the morning after a barbecue. The next day we were to head out to Otakon. It took 45 minutes plus some grilled chicken and help from a neighbor to grab him. I had to grab him by the butt too, which he hated. We put a lot of faith in leaving a kitten alone for four days with three grown males... Felicia Hardy, a pregnant mother just kinda... sat there, waiting for us to pick her up. Same with Butters, an orange tabby. Frenchie was ANOTHER pregnant given to us by a customer of mine (I work at a Barnes and Noble) who overheard I rescue cats. All of her babies were named after more Grease characters. Patty we found as we were on our way to the car from NY Comicon. Plenty of strays in the Bronx, you see. She REALLY didn't like me picking her up and was flipping out. I may or may not have had to knock her onto the hood of the car to keep her sharp ends away from my face. Eliza Dolittle I found while making a snowman. I see an orange streak across the field of white and I bolt, thinking it's a constantly pregnant red we've codenamed "Scarlet". I tackle her. It's not her. She's beyond sickly thin. Into the house she goes. I know I have more stories, because this is nowhere near how many cats I've had. But... meh.