I thought I'd share a picture, and hopefully a smile.
This is our Beemer. The origin of her name makes for a cute story...

Twelve years ago I was working at the family business. My husband called from down on the sales floor up to me in the office. "A customer just came in and said there's a little gray cat under Dad's car,"
Scott told me. "Do we want another cat...?" he asked. My first reaction was to think of our original two cats at home, Abbey and Penny..."I think we are perfectly happy with two cats...three seems like spreading ourselves too thin. Let's see if it's still out there when we leave for the day, and we'll see," I answered, stalling for time to consider the subject a bit more. By the end of that hectic Thursday, we had frankly forgotten all about the little kitty. We drove the 25 miles home and looked forward to the upcoming weekend.
We had made plans with Dad to come to our house after work on Sunday to help us fix our garage door. It was Scott's Sunday off, and Dad drove right from work to our house. He pulled his car into our driveway and met Scott by the garage. Suddenly they heard a sound and turned toward Dad's car to see what it was...
As hard as it is to believe, they saw
that same little kitty from the store jump out from up inside the engine of Dad's car! She walked directly over to them as if to say, "I'm home!" We deduced that she had hitched a ride all the way from the store to our

driveway...Scott came into the house and told me what had happened in front of the garage. "Well," I remember saying, "I guess we have three!" There was no time for a "Welcome to the family" party...this little girl was
dirty...turns out she wasn't gray at all...we discovered all her lovely shades of brown once I gave her a bath in the utility sink. The photo above shows what Beemer looked like the day she came to stay. Oh, the unworldly howls she made as I lathered her up with dishwashing soap to cut through the grease! To this day, I believe she has never forgiven me! Amazingly, she was no worse for wear. Other than a thick coat of grease and dirt, her only injury was a slightly singed paw! This second photo shows what a beautiful girl she was under all that grease and grime!
Once she was clean and dry and fed and hydrated, we got down to the job of naming her, which was quite easy. We named her after her mode of transportation: Dad's BMW, his Beemer!
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