A little chick in Middleton, England whose entire fuzzy family was killed by a fox was a adopted by Jane Etheridge's male cat, the 10-year-old Snowy. Jane brought Gladys (!) the chick home and found that Snowy and Gladys (I cannot get over that name) took a shine to one another. "Snowy cleaned her and washed her," Jane said. 2-1/2-month-old Gladys "comes in and bounces up and down in front of Snowy and he just stands there and takes it and puts his arm around her." OMG. To read more about this odd pair, click here [1] or if you'd like an idea of what it might look like, watch the above video which does not feature any of the characters in this story.