She's kind of a snooty-looking cat, don't you think?
Diamond came into our lives accidentally (of course). It was a cold, very cold, wet, windy, miserable January day. My husband was drawn to the basement by some strange noises.....
20 seconds later..... Uh. oh. I could feel it coming. Years of living with a genetically defective male had taught me to sense when a situation such as this was brewing.
"It's a kitty! She's so cold and scared! We need to feed her and get her warm!"
Now how did she get in the basement you ask? Well...
Don't all homes have a secret cat door? Trouble is, this one was from years and years ago, when I lived in the house as a child, and we had forgotten about this cat door leading directly into the basement.
But Diamond found it...
That's what desperate, knocked up cats do. They survive. And they find the suckers.
They can smell them.
It took my daughter all of above 30 seconds to name her and claim her after meeting her. And, after attempts to find an owner failed, Diamond became part of our family. After all, Diamonds are a girl's best friend.