November 1st, I was out in the yard helping my father with some fall cleanup when what should come trotting across the road but a little black & white kitten. Apparently, someone had dropped him and his two siblings at the barn across the road.A week later, we've semi-adopted the trio and they're currently living under our back porch. This is Groucho.The bold one of the lot. Named for the black "mustache" on his nose, in reference to the comedian. Likes tangling himself underfoot, and is by far the friendliest. This is Aggy.The only female. Named after Agamemnon, from the 1934 children's book Four Little Kittens. She's a little aloof but seems to have warmed up to us, and will occasionally grab some lap time if Groucho gives her the room. Really seems to have it in for my keychain lanyard. And this is Skittles.Named for his "skittishness," this little guy is still pretty scared of us big stompy humans. And anything else that makes a loud noise. He's gone from being completely untouchable to "very difficult," so that's progress, but it takes patience and a lot of luck to get him closer than arm's length. Personal space issues, maybe? Verdict is still out on exactly how to integrate them, as three cats in the house would be quite the maelstrom, and that's before you figure in the dog going bonkers everytime they make their presence known.