So, a while ago, some people at work noticed an injured, obviously pregnant, obviously underfed cat wandering the parking lot. E-mails were sent. Conspiring was done. The cat was captured and went home with a member of our licensing team. She took the cat to the vet to have her injury attended to and her health assessed. She named the cat Sophie. Sophie took her damn time, and just Saturday, Sophie had kittens. Seven kittens. You can see a picture of them below. I showed this picture to Katie, and she called our apartment's management office. They say, if we keep it inside, we can have a kitty. That tangled mass of adorable fluff contains our future kitty and his or her six siblings.