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When we purchased our house in July of 2008, we had three cats.

There were two older ones that my wife, Mary Jane, had before we met, and then there was a

younger one that we adopted together.

Now, my wife, who speaks fluent French, and I'd lived in Paris for five years, naturally named

the older cats, Napoleon Napoleon and Josephine.

Now, me being a physics teacher, I wanted to name the younger cat Einstein, but Mary Jane

didn't care for it, so we went with Farnsworth instead. That's in honor of Philo T. Farnsworth,

you know, the 13-year-old boy who invented electronic television. Now, our first day in the house was quite chaotic.

You know, there were boxes everywhere. We hadn't unpacked anything. And this is an old house,

more than 100 years old. And there's lots of places for Farnsworth to hide. So Mary Jane was

concerned he would get in some sort of trouble. so what we decided to do that evening was to put

him out on our screened-dim porch overnight. You know, that would keep him out of trouble.

But as you can probably guess, the next morning, we woke up and Farnsworth was gone. He had found

the one spot in the wooden screen frames that was loose, and he pushed his way right through it.

And for the next three days, we were worried constantly.

With woods all around the house, we were afraid that some other animal might get him.

But it was summertime, and we were sleeping with the windows open.

And on the second night, I thought I heard a cat crying outside.

It was way out in the distance, so I couldn't be sure, but I thought maybe around two to three in the morning I heard a cat crying.

So the following night I made the decision to sleep out on the screened-in porch, and again, I heard the crying in the middle of the night.

And this time it was Farnsworth. He was standing there right at the door,

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