So, the day before yesterday I was taking out the trash early in the morning. It was still dark. I heard a "Mew!" from next door. It wasn't my house so I didn't investigate. Later, I saw my good neighbors stopped in front of my car and staring at it. I went out and they said they heard a kitten in my engine compartment. We all looked but couldn't find the cat. I had to go back inside and work but I left the hood open and they continued to look. My bad neighbors couldn't resist and they came over, too, and they actually found the kitten (about four to six weeks old) and took it away. My wife had a think about it and demanded they return her "engine cat". They did and we had a cat... until it got out the front door and under our front deck. The kitten bolted under the stairs and there was no way to grab it. If I "meowed" like a cat, it would answer but it simply would not come out. We put some milk in a bowl and put it out on the front step and it DID come up for that but we couldn't get close enough to grab it before it ran to it's safe place. I set a small live trap baited with tuna and dropped a few small pieces. The next morning, we again had a kitten. We took it out of the trap and brought it into the guest bathroom and turned it loose. We both sat on the floor and stayed still. As expected, the kitten looked for an escape route but didn't find one. And also as expected, it eventually came to us on its own. Soon we were handling it and it was climbing on us. It's a solid black male kitten about four to six weeks old. He's very curious, bold yet cautious and FAST. I didn't want a cat. I didn't want to commit another ten years or longer to a pet and then lose them in the end and have to go through that again. But because SHE has a cat, I have a cat. If I MUST have a cat, I guess I'd prefer this cat. Yeah, he's all cute, riiiight? SHE wants to name him Othello. Yeah, "Othello" I guess because she sees this cat as a noble Moor. I want to name him "Ozzie" because he's the frickin' Prince of Darkness.