"This morning I went into Bastrop, 10 miles down the highway, for grocery shopping and a trip to WalMart. When I returned home and stopped the car, I heard small cries from under the hood. The dogs were instantly alert and very curious, so I knew I wasn't imagining it. There was silence for a minute or so, and then another cry. I opened the hood and looked everywhere, half expecting to find a mangled kitten caught in the engine parts. Couldn't see a thing. Then more cries. Finally I spotted him, up under the fender in a metal "tunnel" that carries electrical wires―probably the only space in the engine compartment where he was relatively safe―a sand-colored tabby kitten. After some study of angles and openings, I managed to pull the little rascal out of his hidey-hole. Imagine riding under the hood at 70 miles an hour down the highway!"
Lucky (obviously the right name for him) is 9 years old now and still bold and adventurous. He's the only one of our three cats who ventures outside every day, rarely leaving our property but definitely ranging over all of our three acres. Then he comes in and sleeps on Chris's bed with the other two. In late afternoon he comes into the media room and watches Jeopardy with us, and sometimes he plays with the fish in the aquarium. He and the catfish are old friends now, sparring through the glass and racing each other from end to end of the tank. Lucky loves everybody―human, canine, feline, and fish. He's very sociable, cuddly and sweet. And did we mention adorable?