...and one makes 22

The dogs were making an awful ruckus out back so I peeked out the bathroom window to see what all the fuss was about. They'd treed (on the power pole) a squirrel - with white feet. Ok it was a kitten. It didn't take me too much longer to figure that out. We got the ladder, kept the dogs at bay and played fireman and rescued the little kitty. She's about two months old and apparently she is the chirping noise I heard all morning and could never figure out where it was coming from.
Pole Cat is snuggled up with Leirin as I type and Jake is sitting on the ladder in front of the bookshelves lobbying for the name Cuddles (ack).

UPDATE: After much deliberation a compromise has been reached. Jake finally relented and agreed to C.C. PoleCat. We're calling her Cutter. (Yes, the other C stands for Cuddles)