Found the little dude camped out under the hood of my '93 Shadow Convertible. Had two large symetrical scars on his forehead, but otherwise he seemed OK. A little malnourished. Took him to the vet, stuffed him up with some science diet - now he's causing a ruckus around the house. Dad came up with a good name... Artie (or R/T for those of you who know me)