I never really liked cats, beyond the stray I lovingly called "Gizmo" back in the 80s, who moved on after a while. I also realized I was highly allergic to cats back then, and my son has been as well (he once petted a cat at his grandmother's house and his eye swelled shut for a while.) Fast forward a bit and there was a roaming neighborhood cat who the kids would see walking to/from school. They wound up getting attached and we wound up putting out food and water. Then it got cold and we started letting him in to eat. Then it got colder and he started hanging out inside a little more. Now he has a couple types of food, a litter box, and has his choice of places to sleep if he feels like hanging out. As we are fans of Scrubs, he has Ben donned "John-Dorian." **BRENT**