The Summer Before My 8th Grade Year, There Was A Big Storm And Joe Costello Found Nitschke [a.k.a. pooter] In A Bush Or Something All Cold, Lonely And Scared. I Guess Nitschke Didn't Get Along With Joe's Cat So They Brought It Over To Our House. Well, Of Course With My Mom Being A TOTALLY Crazy Cat Lady, We Took Him! Well Thanks Joe, Ya Dropped Pooter On His Head A FEW Too Many Times! It's Leif's Cat And He Named Him After Ray Nitschke But That Didn't Stay Very Long...... My Mom Decided That He "Poots" So We'll Call Him *Pooter.* Haha. Great Hey? Well... This Cat Is Seriously Messed. It Like Jumps At Absolutely Nothing And It's HILARIOUS! He Sits On Top Of The Fridge And STARES! He ALWAYS Begs For Food And Comes To Sit At The Table When We Eat. I Still Say We Should Give Him Back To Joe But Whatever.. He's Hilarious And I Love Him.. Haha. Everybody Always Asks About The "Semi-Retarded" Cat... Well There You Have It! LoL. The Tale Of Pooter =c)