That is sort of how I got one of my cats, Tasha. She belonged to the "Beverly Hillbilly's" a few doors down where I used to live. They let her run and she used to sit in the sunny part of the street. In that town there were a certain element that would go out of there way to run over a kitten. I opened the front door, she walked in and has never shown any inclination to go out since...John
