This is Squall-n-Baby. Daddy found him in the parking lot after Scouts let out, Daddy was the Denmaster. He grew into a very handsome mancat. When Daddy first brought him home I avoided him because he stank (he had poop all over him and didn't know how to bath himself) and he cried all the time (that is how he got his name). Whiskers helped Mommy take care of him, and after a trip to the vet and lots of baths (in the tub) he stopped stinking and he didn't cry as much so I became buddies with him too. For awhile it was just us three guys Whiskers (the eldest), Me "Socks" (the middle boy) and Squall -n-Baby (the baby of the family).