Somehow during renovations, when we were in the apartment, this little kitten moved into our house. He's too wild to catch, and he walks around like he owns the place--he has some serious attitude and terrible manners. We don't need another cat, but he seems to think it's not up to us--as far as he's concerned, he was here first. He's a very cute (despite the fact that there is no fur on the back of his ears) and persistent squatter who needs a flea bath. I imagine he's scratched eat the rich into the wall behind the sofa. My husband is not crazy about the idea of another cat in the house, but this little dude is so punk rock I just can't resist him.