Meet the newest member of my extended family. Don't know what his name is yet. My brother seems to be the patron saint of dumped animals. He was driving down a somewhat rural road this afternoon and saw a truck run over this poor little thing. Somehow (luck!) he managed to not be killed and my brother stopped to pick him up. It was pouring down rain and miserable. Of course, he called me immediately and off I went to retrieve the lil' bugger to make sure he had a proper check-up and was the appropriate age to be weaned. Yep, it's a boy. He's about five weeks old and only weighs about 18 oz. He's feline leukemia and feline AIDS free, and had one flea. We got his first shot and his worming and then headed next door to Land of Paws to take care of his toilet facilities and some grub (and a toy!). He's a good little guy. He's already used the litter box and has started to purr. I think Bubba will keep him, that is unless he cannot pry him from Chip's fingers!