As Eric posted, we've been adopted by a cat, sort of.
At work today, I heard Marnie say something about how cute the cat was, and so I wandered out to see what was up. On the counter was the cutest little black kitten, with four muddy paws, shivering.
Turns out the kitten had just been discovered under a car in the parking lot. It apparently hitched a ride in the undercarriage of a car, because the mud was definitely not something it picked up in our parking lot. I petted it for a bit, and Marnie and a customer started discussing how much I needed a cat in my life. I could tell that the guy who had found the kitten really didn't want to deal with it, so I agreed to take the kitten to the vet.
Besides the mud on all four paws, the kitten was coated in motor oil from being in/under the car. When you petted it, oil ran onto your fingers.
So we found a box and put the cat into it, and I popped it into my car and drove out through the snowy roads to the vet. At the vet I quickly learned that the kitten was a he, about 3 or 4 months old, in pretty good health. Certainly well fed, and very socialized. He needed a bath, and the vet suggested an exam. So I went back to work to finish the day's writing, and the cat stayed with the vet to get cleaned and checked out.
After work I picked up the little guy, now dubbed Inkwell, and took him home, since somebody has to take care of him while we try to find out if he's already somebody's pet. Eric and I installed him in the guest bathroom for the time being, and after I finished taking photos at the basketball game today I let the cat out to wander the house.
He seems to rather like Eric's lap. He also doesn't like to be picked up, at all.