The orange julius a/k/a kitten I found and gave to Quida is growing and starting to side-wind around the house all fierce and ferocious. I feel it already has that wacko cat syndrome that all of Quida's cats get as soon as they step into her house. It's rather like a Stephen King novel, but the cats aren't killers, just wacko. Very wacko. Wacko doesn't describe it. Ho Ho Ho.

Dippy is orange and still has very black eyes, but they may change to blue. He goes 80 miles an hour and then poops out. The other cats have not acknowledged him yet (except for Buster, who cries a lot) but they had better watch it. He is going to be a big cat.