This is the grand dame...Miss Kitty. I know, not the most original name, but her name fits her attitude. She came to us as a stray in Winter 1998 on one of the coldest days of the year. She had taken up shelter under our grill (with the plastic cover). We fed her and brought her in because we knew she would freeze to death outside. We came to the conclusion that she was once someones pet because of her temperament. Even when my littlest son picked her up by her back fur, she never scratch or spit. Why someone would dump a cat like her is beyond me, but we won out because of it. I call her my "witches cat" because every time I do any Wiccan rituals, she is there at the light of an incense stick. She's also a catnip fiend and has been known to eat a catnip plant to a nub in the ground.
This two give us constant amusement and only a few headaches.