A stray cat walked into the restaurant we were eating at in Hartford Connecticut last night while celebrating a friends birthday. It was quickly placed back outside. About an hour later when we left he was curled up underneath the car next to mine. It was really cold last night too. Anyway, after Lauren (my wifers) picked him up and he practically pulled himself into my car through the window, we made a quick gut decision and to took him in. Vet says he's a 14 week old, healthy young man, who needs to put on some weight. I've never met a more affectionate animal. His name will be Viggo (pronounced vee-go) and his life is about to get a whole lot better. So far he has been: Eating tons and tons of kitty food. He definitely needs to put on some pounds. Napping in areas where sunlight beams through the window. Dreaming... shaking while dreaming, then waking up and acting like he's glad his new home wasn't a dream. Drinking lots and lots of water. He drank for two minutes straight one time today. Never saw a cat do that. Getting ready to meet his two older sisters who are pissed that a new cat is in the house. Here he is
