A lady my husband works with boards her horse at a friend's farm. They recently had a pregnant stray end up at their place. She asked my husband's co worker for help finding a home for the last 2 kittens. Knowing my husband would be the crazy cat man if I let him, and we lost Oscar at New Years...she went stright for my husband. They're about 12 weeks old now, 2 males. My husband says he put up a fight but I don't think he did. When he called me he was doing the whole "it's up to you" routine. We're taking one and she's keeping the other one. They've been calling him Jackson but he answers to Jack. Apparently he's a grey striped tabby with white. No pictures yet. We're going out to get him when my husband gets home from work. His first vet visit is tomorrow. The receptionist at our vet had a good laugh when I called her to set up the appointment. I got rid of Max's kitten stuff last year. Then when Oscar died I got rid of cat stuff that Max wasn't using. I guess I have to start over with toys and things. I wanted to name Max "Jack" and my husband wouldn't let me. He said it was his turn to name a pet and he picked Max because there was an Italian Moto GP racer named Max Biaggi who has a personality a lot like Max. So, we're keeping this guy's name as Jack.