All the cats have been named now. Newt, Gink, Gollum and Trogdor. And we still can't find the fourth kitten and it's horribly depressing because I keep thinking of it all alone in the woods like that poor baby bird from that book Are You My Mommy? In happier news, the kittens are learning socialization skills. Meaning they bat around a tinfoil ball and play with twine. It's nice to have another purpose for tinfoil. You know, besides those hats we make that keep Cookie from reading our thoughts.