At 6pm yesterday, we didn't know he existed. By midnight, I'd shelled
out $50+ for supplies, and he was comfortably ensconced in our
downstairs bathroom, griping about being inside rather than out.

Who is "he"? Kismet, a young intact Russian Blue/Siamese tomcat. He's
absolutely gorgeous, and he's LOUD when he's in full voice.

This afternoon, he goes to the vet to find out if he has worms and/or
fleas. We're kinda hoping he has a microchip (he's obviously been
someone's pet because he understands using a litterbox and getting
scritchies and giving back headbutts and squidgy eyes), because we're
betting someone is missing a very affectionate little boy.

Kismet is so-named because it was like fate walked in and handed him to
us, in a rare & beautiful form!

If we keep him (we will if there are no indications he owns someone
else), I'll get pictures soon.

Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you
nothing. It was here first. ~Mark Twain