Well, my daughter named her Sahara, because her markings of bright orange spots inbetween the brown tabby stripes kindof look like a sand storm in the desert.
Your right, if the her owners cared anything about her, they would have lost ads up, and they would be looking for her. I went by the place I think she came from earlier today, and they were all outside just sitting around(it's a run down place, they at least could be picking up the trash while there're outside) so I'm not going to worry about who's she was. She must have come to my door for a reason
And yes, thank gawd for my "push over"! This morning he told me my daughter's door was left open after she left in a hurry, and Oliver was in there hissing at her. He said," The baby was being terrorized this morning by Oliver, but I saved the day and took him out" and then he smiled