My mom has a new cat. He showed up at the house and just kept sitting on her porch, staring in. So one very cold night, she decided to let him in. And fed him. And that, my friends, is how you adopt a cat.
His Majesty immediately took charge of the catless house and made it his own kingdom. So Mom asked Andy what his name should be. And Andy came up with the best thing he could think of: Doughnut. And that is what happens when you ask a 6-year-old to name your cat.
He now has thoroughly installed himself in the house and in our hearts. So welcome, Doughnut. All hail the King.