Gogo, he is the baby. His name is Leopold, but we call him Leo. The mother cat had these four kittens under one of the apartment buildings, and she suddenly disappeared. I saw the kittens come out one day, they must have been desprately hungry and thirsty, and I decided they were little enough to catch and tame. Leo was my first catch. I put a plate of moist food down, walked around the corner of the building and waited, I reached out and grabbed him. He squeeled, but I held firm. He shook the whole day, then became quickly adapted to domestic life.

One by one we caught the other three, got bit really good by two of them, but tamed them and got them good homes.

BTW, he is a Blue Lynx Point Siamese, we had his uncle, Napoleon (our cats always seem to be males and we have a history of French names for them), but he injured his hip and could not be helped and had to be put to sleep.