a late introduction of our "new" kitty ...

This is Holling. He began showing up on our patio over a year ago and lived in a rug-lined box under our gas grill. We brought him inside a few times - during the 4th of July and the really cold winter days last year - and kept him in our laundry room. He knew how to use the litter box, so it seemed he had lived somewhere indoors before finding us. But he wasn't fixed, had god-knows-what diseases and Luke freaked out every time he meowed. So back outside he always went. Late last summer, he began to limp on his right front paw a lot, became lethargic and seemed to have a fever. That's it - to the vet he went. Turns out he had a nasty infection deep in his paw. Since he was there, we decided to have him neutered. And have a feline HIV test. And be wormed. And get shots. Several hundred dollars later, we were able to take him home. "You're not going back outside !", I told him. He's adapted to our household unit very well. He's also gained about 15 pounds. What a happy kitty he is now.

Oh - and he's named after Holling Vincoeur from "Northern Exposure" and he's a Maine Coon.