In late June, 2003, one of my co-workers found a kitten in his yard. She was thin, exhausted and almost too weak to move, so he brought her inside and gave her food and water. He lives in a suburb out on the fringes of the countryside, and thought her mother might have been a stray who'd been killed or something. He couldn't keep her himself, so I wound up agreeing to adopt her.

She got a clean bill of health from the vet, didn't have fleas or ear mites, and did't act like she was born feral, which makes me think she may have been dumped rather than orphaned. At any rate, she has a home now.

Gilmith explored the household with enthusiasm and quickly made the acquaintance of the other cats. She is bold, assertive, and doesn't seem to be afraid of much, so she fits in fine around here. She is very lively, playing a lot with Megaera and Zenobia in particular, and enjoys climbing and romping. She's not a lap cat and doesn't much like being held, but is quite affectionate, often asking to be petted.