Our cat Leakey was named for the anthropologist. She arrived on our doorstep literally half-starved and Gary saw her first. When I got home, I picked her up and she purred like a motor boat. “Don’t touch it, don’t pick it up!” Gary said over and over, but who had fed her the can of tuna? I brought her into the house. She had fishhook claws and liked to tease the dog.