KittyKind. A cab driver had just recently brought in two little grey kittens that were living on the street. Henry was a mess--besides the fact that he was malnourished and had an eye infection, he had been sleeping in his litter box (hey, I didn't say he was the brightest cat around) and he stunk to high heaven. I walked by his crate and he stuck his paw out at me. When I picked him up, he nestled into my chest and I was a goner. The rescue volunteers told me he was a girl, and I declared I would name him Eleanor. Some closer inspection revealed that he was a little boy--they asked if I minded. I didn't care what this cat was, he was coming home with us.