I'm beginning to think our house is part of the underground railroad for stray cats. Three of our four kitties were strays and the fourth was the first kitten born from a pregnant stray we took in. Here's our most recent rescue, brought inside after mewing pathetically on our front porch all night. We've all fallen in love with her. I'm not sure how old she is, but I'm guessing around 7 or 9 months. We didn't have any success looking for the owner, so we've put a little collar on her and invited her to join the family. Needless to say, she's made herself quite at home. She and I had the house to ourselves for a while this morning. I played with her for a bit while I made my tea, then I left her to her own devices while I worked on the computer. So, what's a poor little kitty to do all by her lonesome?