As I stated before a truly remarkable cat who found me was a Tom I named Mr. Beaujangles(and,yes,he could dance, but that, as they say, is another story. . . ) I had gone to New Orleans in March of 1975 with some friends and we truly intended to get wasted for Mardi Grau. Walking back to the hotel at about 3:00am I insisted I heard a faint cat cry down a dark alley up ahead. I have never been able to ignore that sound. To me it is as plaintiff as a baby's cry. The man I was with thought I was hearing things and refused to venture down the alley; said I was drunk and imagining things and he proceeded to leave me and press on to the Hotel. If I may take an aside for a moment; Girls, this is the test of a true relationship; love me, love cats and understand that I will take any and all risks to save them. . . . Needless to say, the man did not stay, but the kitten did! Back to the alley: I found behind some boxes and garbage, a soaked,half starved,no more than 4or5wks. old baby boy kitten. I wrapped him in a pair of long formal gloves and put him in my purse. Back at the hotel I dried him off and found some remains of Captain Jack's Cajun Fish(which he loved). On close inspection I saw him to be what I call a Tuxedo Cat. (black,short hair,white chest,belly and feet, black back, shoulders, and head and a black tail with an ample white tip. His face was white masked and he even had a black, kind of twisted or off-set mustache) Now, one thing you don't know about me is I am crazy about music, any and all music, and therefore since I found him in New Orleans, he immediately became Mr. Beaujangles. What a love he was and so intelligent (I know I say that a lot about all of my cats, but I have been really blessed. . . . .)He did a special kind of waltz around the kitchen every morning while I fixed the canned food for him and his adopted siblings(we had 5 at that particular time, I think.) I'm sure you are tiring of this reminescence, and I have to go for now since it is Sunday and my family (sister and her two girls and my brand new great nephew{only 4 wks old}) are due over here after church for spaghetti. Spaghetti is Smokey Josephina's favorite food and she will do her ballerina's dance to get a sauce covered noodle to play with,but that, as they say is another story. God bless you all and maybe I can come on back later tonite and tell you how I discovered Mr. Beaujangles ability to catch coasters.