My fiancee and I have planned on getting involved in fostering pets at some point down the road, once I'm done with the bar, once my sister moves out, etc., etc. But, as luck would have it, a cute friendly little black kitty wandered into our yard the other day. I resisted the temptation to feed him, thinking that he was a neighbor's cat that had simply gotten out. But little black kitty kept coming back. One night, he sat by the back door and cried as we cooked supper. I couldn't help myself. I put some food out for him, and tried to figure out what the heck we were going to do with him. I contacted the rescue organization that we had adopted our second cat from to see what we should do, and they graciously agreed to let us foster the kitty through their program. I dropped little black kitty off at the vet on Monday, and he was neutered, treated for fleas and ticks, wormed, vaccinated, tested, poked, prodded, and pinched, and I picked him up today. He's settling in nicely in his "safe room" and he now has a name: Kirby. Right now all he wants is food and pets. He won't pose for a picture since all he wants to do is rub on the camera. I'll update with a photo as soon as I can get one :).