the same litter; as of last May, we were sixteen, which in kitty years is something like seventy-five for a human.) Anyway, our human had to move out of his home, and was going to be staying temporarily with a friend, who already had two cats living with him. He didn't want to impose any more than he already was, so rather than moving us with him, he asked his girlfriend to put us up for a while. Of course, there were already two cats living with HER, too, but she had a bigger place, and anyway he was more willing to ask the favor of her. She agreed, but it turns out that the cats at her place weren't real happy with the arrangement. They didn't feeland dragged him back to the property line of our temporary housing. "There! That one!" I growled, and gave him a nip on the behind out of frustration. "Go on! It smells like they've even put out food for us." Well, after being without a good meal for so long, he was even more timid than usual. He was afraid not to go back, thanks to me, but was still afraid of the resident cats, and afraid that the people would be upset with him, so it was a couple of days before he'd let our humans pick him up and take him inside. He did eat the cat food that they left out, though, and that gradually calmed him down. (It's amazing what a bit of food