A little kitty visited me in our yard this morning. It was pretty much the excitement of the day. It wasn't wearing any tags nor a flea collar, so Paul and I are assuming that it is a feral cat. Also it drank a lot of milk - something most pet cats aren't usually super interested in.

I asked Paul what he thought we should name it (not that it's ours) and the first name that came to mind was Agamemnon - a pretty big name for such a little guy, so I'm calling him Aggie for short. We'll see if sweet, cuddly, Aggie ever lazes about in our yard again. I hope so!