Kearen was the window cat for the Goshen NY humane society.
She'd been put in a burlap bag as a kitten and tossed over the 8 foot tall fence into the Humane Society's back yard.
She was roughly a year old when I got her.
(Late 1999 IIRC)
And she was this thin slinky little thing.
She loves the vet, but hates the trip in the car.
When we had her 'fixed', she ballooned up.
I'm "play", the missus is "mommey food bringer."
Dad's cat NiMH is the only one of his siblings who goes indoors outdoors.
His brother Ollie [owned by sis' friend] stays indoors and torments some dogs. (Ollie also has a weird hatred of Santa Claus.)
NiMH's one brother Tesla was hit by a car three years ago.
We'd been trying to catch Tesla and tame him, and had been making some headway, but not quickly enough.
My previous cat dwarfed Kearen by a good helf foot in body length.
But that's only because she was a bobcat/domestic mix.
"Mimi" I'd had from a mere mewling kitten barely big enough to cover my palm.
(I have no good pics of her unfortunately. She was a remarkable beasty.)
Mimi was a bit of trouble with small pets thugh.
If it looked like prey and acted like prey, she hunted it.
Great beast stories. Other than poor Tesla of course.