Oh wait. I do!
This sweet kitty showed up on our doorstep one cold morning a couple weeks ago. I'm pretty sure he is a "drop off" as he is extremely friendly and thought he belonged in the house. Meagan named him Nickel right off the bat, even though I told her that he might not stick around. He has though, so it looks like he's here to stay. He doesn't even mind the dogs' big noses following him around.
We had just been thinking we needed a second cat. Our head mouser Chief Wahoo was killed last winter by a coyote (we found the tracks and evidence of the skirmish in the snow) and though Johnny Cash looks good in black, he just hasn't been able to keep up with the mice. As a result, I've been catching mice in traps like crazy ever since the weather started to turn cool. In only 3 days, Caleb caught 24 mice in the barn! And there were several times I caught 4 mice in just a night in the house. We needed a second cat. And Nickel seems to be the answer.