We happily announce a new addition to our household, in the form of a cat. We are told his name has been Puck, and Puck it shall remain. After all, he is seven years old – middle-aged by cat standards. Look at it this way: if you were adopting an infant human, you might think nothing of renaming it as you saw fit, but if you were adopting an adult, you would hardly greet them by saying, “Hello Stewart; from now on your name will be Trevor.” In addition, Puck seems an entirely suitable name for someone living a household whose two humans have extensive theatrical backgrounds. Puck hails from the Chicago Anti-Cruelty Society. I’ll write more about our acquisition of Puck soon, but I want to immediately share a couple photos I took of him tonight. Yes, he’s a bit overweight, but who am I to point fingers?