Guess it was just fate - first some dimwit idiots dumped/abandoned,
and just let her be an outside cat, then she had the good sense to
recognise the big "cat wanted" sign you didn't even realise was
outside your place (or perhaps Samson guided her to you). I figure
that's the way I got LB (which of course led to Sammy being born
here). I didn't know what I was missing ;-) And how Tweed got her KFC
and BF. Hmmmm, perhaps the mothership decided we were all "d*g people"
who needed to be converted.

On a side note, LB and I invented a new game this morning. I was
sleeping in late (after my first night working my winter job
delivering pizza) and LB and Sammy decided it was past time for the
lazy hoomin to be up and about. I woke to LB headbutting me in the
face. I was about half awake, and opened one eye to see her pretty
face about two inches from my nose. When I tried to ignore her, she
touched her wet nose to my nose, and I opened my eye again. I noticed
that as soon as I opened an eye, her focus would change so that she
was starring into my eye. So I started winking at her, changing which
eye I opened. I thought it was pretty funny to watch her eyes change
focus to be looking directly at my open eye. Of course after doing
this a minute or so, I was too awake to stay in bed, so I guess she
won the game.