My roomate and I ran an errand to pick up a check this afternoon, and before we left the place he'd adopted this somewhat mature feline from the owner of the business... OMG! The residence we reside in is mine, but I guess he likes critters better'n he likes me so I allowed it to happen under the condition that she is HIS BABY, for better or for worse! Not that I don't like pets, but they're not my thing! Too much work, too much hassle and the cost of maintenance are just some of the reasons I'll never ever have a pet of any kind!
I guess I'm a pushover because I know he needs something warm and furry to have with him. He's getting some repellent to make sure she doesn't wander onto my turf, as I have some really nice and delicate stuff that'd be perfect feline fodder.
She's HIS baby now and I made that VERY VERY clear!
I really hope it makes him happy...