cat

Just as I was finishing college, a cat at the family home (daughter of a cat I rescued from being euthanized when it became a "bother"... a whole other story) had a litter of kittens. When only a week old, I got my first good look at them. The mother cat was a slender calico who always got into mischief. Like her, 3 of the kittens had the pointy face and short hair. However, they were orange tabby colored. Then there was the 4th one who really caught my eye. She was a tortoise color, with longer silkie hair than her siblings. And her head was more rounded. Clearly, mom got around.....

So little Miss Sally was spending many hours a day at my place for the last few months.  She would frequently arrive in the morning, scratching at the bottom of the front door (she quickly learned that this was the most guaranteed way to get my attention to open the door).