Saturday I took in my twelth cat (not counting my neighbor's Mickey
who lived with me for half a year): CJ is a small, longish haired,
black and white intact male, young but of unknown age.  One of his
previous humans was alergic to him so he's been living outside for a
while.  That explains why his coat was muddy and matted and why he was
tick, and probably flea, infested - I gave him a Frontline treatment
even before bringing him home.

He's afraid of being approached, but once picked up, he is sweet,
loves being petted, and purrs strongly.  He has met (one at a time)
most of the resident clowder - all except Snowball, I think, and they
have all more or less accepted him ... until last night when he meowed
all night and annoyed some of them who hissed and spit back at him.

Since he so readily uses the carrier as a refuge, I decided to let him
out of the bathroom with some of the other (mostly harmless) cats
present, and that worked fine until he started the crying thing - he
wants *outside*.

He's scheduled for neutering Tuesday.

I haven't been able to get a good picture - in fact none is possible
until he's had the mud and mats removed (I'll ask the vet to do that
because I can't do it without hutring or at least stressing him, and I
don't want him to think of me as causing distress.  The one poor
picture (in a window, backlighted by brightly lit grass, trees,
pavement, etc.) and snatched while rushing to get ready to leave for
work is <http://gearbox.maem.umr.edu/tdavis/cats/2005/cj_1.jpg>.