The cat distribution system works in strange ways. I had an engine cat once. Or at least what I believe to be an engine cat.

I heard meowing the day after our wedding. I went outside and saw a tiny orange kitten. They bolted and caught themselves in a chain link fence. We took them in. They were missing two claws that had been removed through mechanical means and had some mysterious black oily stuff on them.

They were with us for several years and were one of the best cats ever. One of the questions my wife asked me on our first date was "Have you ever read the Life of Pi?" I had. That book was instrumental in me showing that I was not an idiot and that I read books. We named the cat Pi. Because Pi helped us get married.