Ha. These stories remind me of a bitter-sweet memory of my late husband and my fondness for cats. He was not a cat person, he was a dog person. He used to treat my cats like dogs, until he aggravated Dottie so much she bit him! After that, he understood that cats don't play like dogs. Anyway, we were at the mall shopping one day, and I wandered into the pet shop. There was a very small sealpoint siamese in a cage, all humped over and looking terribly distressed. I asked the store clerk if I could hold him, and she warned me that the kitten was terribly mean, and tried to bite anyone that picked him up. Being one to rise to a challenge, I told the clerk I would take the chance. She shook her head and said it's up to you, but I've warned you. I told her I understood and would not hold the store responsible for what might happen. She opened the cage, and I reached in and picked up the kitten. He immediately started purring, and snuggling into my neck. Then he looked up at me and licked my on the end of my nose. That was it! i had to have this beautiful kitten. The clerk couldn't believe of all the people that have held that animal, I was the only one that got a positive response. So, I paid for the kitten and the clerk put him in a little carry box for me. I walked into the mall hallway, and over to where my husband was waiting for me. And as if he had to ask, said, "What ya got in that box?!" I grinned. He said, "Joyce, we don't need another (insert explicitive here) cat!" Well, too late now, cuz I can't take him back, what shall we call him? Leo quickly replied, "I'd call that cat damned lucky." So, that's what I named him.