My now 5 year old niece was at my parents' house last year a few days before Christmas and she and GiGi ( what she calls my mom), were outside in the front yard letting the dog out when Brooklyn came flying up the stairs into the dining room where I was working on my writings; "Auntie Megan, I finded you a kitty! Hurry!" I went down the stairs and out the door and sure enough, there was a tiny, black and white kitten. She grabbed him and carried him over to me. I felt guilty at that point for holding him because of my eldest living cat who is my everything. It was about 9 days before my 25th birthday when Mr. Tux as I decided to name him officially became a part of the family.