I've never forgotten that Casey found my family rather than us finding her. I don't know where she began, but I know that on one rainy night in November of 1998, she was a starving little cat who'd been on the streets and found an apartment with a few generous boys, my brother one of them. They took pity on that little waif and fed her and then they had a pet they couldn't keep. My brother asked his future wife, but her cat wasn't willing to share and the future wife's younger sister asked her parents but they said no. So my parents caved rather then send that little cat to a shelter. She was a little afraid of us for a bit, but became a wonderful house cat. She was my best friend for almost 15 years. As much as I love my dog, she can't purr and she can't sit with me like Casey could.