I've been on a mission since earlier this summer to capture the "white kitten" that was born next door. Xander said if I could catch her I could keep her since she was a rare sight.

Last night I finally managed to catch her. I happened to be outside in the chill air trying to calm my upset stomach when she walked right up to me (she didn't realize I was there). She turned out to be a flame point siamese.

She's in a kennel in the bedroom separated from the other cats for now while we get her fixed up. She's sick, skinny as a rail and super dirty but after a vet visit, good food and a bath I think she'll do fine. Her lungs already sound a good bit better this morning after sleeping in a warm room.

Surprisingly, today when I reached into the kennel to clean out and check her poop (it was good) she started purring and rubbing all over me. She should be feral so I was surprised. I have a natural way with cats but it's taken me at least a few days to get a feral to trust me in the past.

I named her Lucky because she hadn't managed to get hit by a car or picked off by a predator.