I guess I should start at the beginning. Almost two years ago, just before Christmas, a friend of the family was killed in a car accident. His parents live just up the road from us, and he lived about 8 miles away in the next town. He was only in his late twenties, with a wife and young son. When his son was born his mother's cat had just had a litter of kittens, and he got the first pick. He chose what he thought was the perfect cat for his family, and that was that. A few months later her was dead. Fast forward to late May of this year. A couple of months ago a stray cat appeared on our back porch. It looked very hungry, but otherwise in good health, so we started to feed it and let it hang around. Our friend's youngest sister is the same age as my oldest daughter, and they have some of the same classes together in high school. So his sister called a couple of hours ago to ask if she could ride down here and borrow some of my daughter's notes for a class. Of course, the answer was yes. She gets here, and while she's standing in the yard talking to my daughter she notices the cat. She suddenly turns white and asks, "Where did that cat come from?" My daughter told her it was just a stray that showed up one day and never left. Her friend says, "That's my brother's cat, Zeus." We're all like, no way! She said yes, it's a male, it's neutered, and it has a chip. So we immediately stick the cat in a pet carrier and drive it to the vet. The vet scanned for a chip, and sure enough, it was Zeus. That cat got away somehow and walked 8 miles to try to find its way back to our friend's house. So the sister calls her sister in law to ask about the cat, and the wife said she had already gotten another cat to replace Zeus, and that if we wanted to keep him, we could. But then the friend's mother starts to get a little emotional and decided that she wanted to keep the cat. So we, or course, let her take it. He's a very sweet cat. I know he's only been here a couple of months, but I'm going to miss him a little bit. At least we know, though, that he'll be well taken care of where he's going. Kinda funny how things work out sometimes, eh?