When we first arrived in Brno we lived in a tiny fifth floor sublet. Somehow, a kitten got into the building, we know not from where, and adopted us. She started by digging up potted plants in the hallway outside our door, and our cause was lost as soon as we opened the door and paid attention to her. Our neighbors, the parents of the woman whose apartment we were subletting, put up signs, but no one claimed a lost kitten. We kept her for a few days, and intended to keep her for the duration of our stay, but our next landlady decreed that we could not have a cat, since a cat might cause distress for Peggy, the yappy and neurotic little ankle biter owned by the other renter in the house. The neighbors ended up keeping the kitten, and I was never allowed to name her Zmrzlina (Czech for ice cream) like I wanted.