My 12 year old cat was going crazy by the window, I looked expecting to see a squirrel, and instead saw this pintsized nugget cowering between the glass and the screen. No chip, no snip, covered in fleas, and very hungry. We got her sorted with the routine medicals and brought her home to look after her while we find her forever home. The grumpy old man cat seems to have warmed to her, and I'm REALLY hoping they don't bond because we don't need a fourth!
Congrats on cat #4! Have you decided on a name for the chicken nugget yet?
Working titles of Twiglet and Sassy Anne. Hubs likes the latter, mainly so he can call her Sass-quatch.