Meet Ishie.
Last night, during a freezing rain, we heard our cats crying at the front window and there, shivering on the outside sill, meowing at our cats, was a kitten.
The kids and I trampled each other trying to get to the door first. We thought the rest of the tenured clowder would disapprove but they have all been playing with her and taking turns grooming her. All our hearts have officially been melted.
As to the name. JR kept asking: "Ishie mine?" "Ishie mine?"
To date this brings our 35 year rescue total to 23 and the puts the current population at 6.
I am a tower of pudding.