Sunday night I was putting Amelia to bed while Dan was walking the dogs, when from downstairs I hear "We have a problem." At first I was worried one of the dogs was sick or something had happened to one on the walk, and then Dan appears in Amelia's room with this little bundle of fur tucked under his chin. "What do we do with it?" he asked. To make a long story short, he looked for a mother, put the kitten in the area he saw another cat, the cat ran away, the kitten ran up a tree, got stuck, and when we checked on her later she was still there, so we eventually got her down with a ladder and Biju's scratching post for her to climb onto, though not before Dan broke a branch and scratched himself up trying to climb the tree. She spent the night in our bathroom and in the morning her eyes were nearly sealed shut with pus, but after a deworming, defleaing, and a couple of days on antibiotics she is much better. And once again we find ourselves trying to find a good home for a deserving stray. She is quite sweet and purrs a lot, and so far is very tolerant of Amelia's overly loving tendancies.