Awww, keep him! Same thing happened to me the day before Halloween, I am driving home from the shelter (I have the Wednesday morning shift) and there was this little kitten sitting smack in the middle of the road. She was so pretty I figured she must belong to somebody but when I looked around I saw two more kittens hiding under the bushes so I picked it up and tried, unsucessfully, to catch the other two. One of them (a brown tabby) is coming to eat from the food I put out for the ferals along with his mother (MamaCat) but the other one, an all white one, is nowhere to be found so I think he must have died... white animals never last in the wild.

Anyway, I had promised my husband no more cats but what is one to do? And that's how Agatha (number TWELVE!) came to live with us. This is her:

Arty, all the animals seem to know exactly where to go for help...Your house!