I got Mac through a smuggling operation. My supervisor at the school I worked for at that time had poofed this pretty orange boy from her neighbors, who were abusing and neglecting him. She brought him in to work, asked everyone if they wanted a kitty, no takers, so she left him with me while she went to get him a littler box and food. Of course he stayed on my lap and wore me down (it didn't take long). I'll bet somebody at work will want to adopt him when he is old enough. I still have Mac (or does he have me?) 11 years later.