My mom got a new kitten. Actually, my sister and I got for her for Mother's Day. Her cat of 15 years recently wandered off to meet his maker. I think this cat is going to be very spoiled. She brings him to the oofice every day and then carries him home at night. We have a tradition of naming our cats "monster" names. It started with Killer. After him was Bates, as in Norman (the 15 year-old). Over the years we've had Monster, Lizzy (Borden), and Erik (I named him after the Phantom of the Opera character.) This one is Jack, as in "the Ripper." We are a twisted family. But we're fun. And we love our cats.