As expected, daughter has taken the young stray under her wing and is spoiling him rotten. I have told her she can’t let him loose in the house until we’ve gotten him really checked out, but he can come inside in the carrier. So she carried him around with her in the house all morning while getting ready for school (much to the poor cat’s dismay, I imagine.) But she’s coddling him extensively, and is already picking out names, so I’m guessing unless something drastic happens, we’ve got ourselves a new cat.

As far as names go, I’m plumping for “Lucky” because I’ve always wanted a pet named Lucky. Of course, the name seems more applicable to an animal nursed back to health from a far greater distress than a skinful of fleas, but still. It’s a cool name.

So far, the new cat seems most at ease with Sugar Cookie, strangely enough. Maybe he came from a house with dogs. Of course, daughter just *had* to see what happened if she put the new cat face to face with one of our cats. The predictable hissing and batting ensued.

Anyway, that’s the state of the cat for this morning, which is all I’m up for blogging about. Though I DID get a very cool surprise in my inbox this morning, which I will share with you just as soon as I’m allowed to do so. Let’s just say this … the cover of THE NATIVE STAR is most definitely not going to suck.