It was December 2005 when the stray, tailless cat my daughters whimsically named Bobo McFluffins started coming around to our house. We tried to trap him, but he was far too skittish; we caught a raccoon instead. (Have you ever tried getting a raccoon out of a trap at 5am?) It took us a year to calm him down enough to get him into the trap. We almost caught him on Christmas 2006; we finally got him the next day (pictured at left). He’s now a mellow lap cat. How a beautiful Manx ended up on the streets, I have no idea.