At my birthday dinner at a BBQ place in the western hills of Austin Thursday night, a scrawny cat was hanging 'round. She wasn't aggressively going after any food on the tables, but she was sitting there looking at people's food. After an hour or so, I asked my waiter if we were allowed to feed the cat... He said that she had just turned up a couple of days earlier, and that the staff thought that she might have just had kittens.
Today, I e-mailed the restaurant, saying that if any kittens turned up, I'd like to adopt one (plus the Mama Cat, which the staff had named "Brisket." The baby, I plan on naming "Trisket.")