In November 2003 I found a tiny kitten in the woods behind our house. A female, she was in a state of starvation; in her first week she gained 50% weight. She seemed normal at first but as she recovered she... changed. She turned out to be mostly feral and not real tame. I had named her Oakley but as her true personality emerged a friend rechristened her "Mean Kitty". She eventually became friendly to me, but she never really took to being a housecat and when Harlan the Great Dane arrived she figured that was enough and escaped back to the woods. We used to see her occasionally but I haven't seen her in years now.

When she first arrrived, she'd eat a ton and sleep on the bookshelf	Dinner by candlelight.
"ARE YOU GOING TO EAT THAT OR WHAT?"	Joshua never quite knew what to make of Mean Kitty