Meet Squishy (yes, from *Finding Nemo* as in "aw, look, he is squishy and so I shall call him squishy; hello, my squishy!" or some such). She came on Friday night. Supposedly feral, she clings right to us and seems to enjoy people. Motka doesn't like her either, but she's about the age of Saphira and No-Name, so she hangs out with them. Now, it is three and three.
Oh, but Misty just called to say we might have some extreme neo-nates...but only for the weekend. ;-]
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