There is a new kitten living downstairs, at least temporarily. His name is Charlie. His previous owners bought him, and then for some reason shortly thereafter decided they didn't actually want him. Their solution to this problem, while at a party and likely under the influence, was to decide to kill him with a brick. Fortunately, one of the people who lives downstairs from me happened to be there, rescued the kitten, and brought him to live here until a better home can be found. He is only a few weeks old, and is in that adorably energetic stage where he scampers all over the house and pounces on whatever he can find. If you are looking for a model to exemplify the idea of new life at Easter, Charlie is nearly perfect.
The girl who lives here wants to rename Charlie "Cadbury," because he is chocolate-colored all over: 'white chocolate' socks, 'milk chocolate' body, and 'dark chocolate' tail + ears + nose. He is amazingly cute, and I have a hard time imagining anyone ever wanting to harm him!