It was mid-October about 5 or 6 years ago when my boyfriend Jeff and I were driving through a small town outside Ottawa looking at houses. Jeff insisted on a pit stop on the side of the road because he couldn't hold it in anymore and walked into a forest for a little bit of privacy. A minute later he came out and as he got near the car, he stopped and turned back toward the forest. He walked back to the forest as he had thought he heard a strange noise and came out with this little black and white kitten, about 4 months old. We drove to a couple of homes nearby and either no one was home (it was Thanksgiving weekend) or no one knew the kitten. So we took him home and went back the following weekend and again, no one knew the kitten. So we kept him and named him Lucky. Suitable name I'd say as I doubt he would have made it through the winter. Lucky is quite a character, and he's Jo's favourite. He will walk around the house and howl (I don't know how else to describe the noise he makes), especially if I just yelled at him for bugging Cheeks. He LOVES to sleep on shoes, and on his back. He snores, and he's pretty hefty. That's Lucky in a nutshell. (Check out his Flickr set here).