As I had hoped, one chose me. He left the pile of kittens in the basket, ran up my leg and sat on my shoulder, when I said, "OK! Who wants to win the lottery? I have an opening for a CAT!"
He will remain with his mother for a couple of weeks more, yet, then right to the Vet, and home.

Names, names. Because he is a Tuxedo Cat, I wanted to name him "Linux", as in

His father is a HUGE cat, so maybe:
Dreadnaught?
Catapotamus?
Magnus?
A friend suggested "Hiram". I made a wisecrack about him teaching the cat a certain Handshake, and we left it at that.
This requires more thought. I am grateful for the two weeks.
Because for the last few decades I have always rescued "Used Cats", I had not seen kittens for a long time. I must have laughed nonstop for fiteen minutes! I needed it, because of course there will always be an empty place from Miles.
A whole basket full of clowns who have had WAY too much coffee!
This is his proud godmother, the Employee of the Mother Cat..(Who will be spayed thereafter! A limited time litter offer!!)
