We moved here to California, March 2008. The second day we were here, this fluffy black and white cat walked up to me, did a handstand and flipped on her back so I could rub her belly. I tried to pick her up, but she didn't want anything to do with that.
One of our neighbors, told us she had been abandoned by neighbors and her name was Lady. She was spayed and that if we wanted her........oh no, we could not have pets.
Northern California, especially inland where we are in the agricultural center gets wicked hot. We would look outside and our big sprinkler would be doing it's arc across the yard, and Lady would be drinking water out of it, oblivious that cats are not supposed to like water.
My hubby looked out and saw that and said, okay, you can feed her, but I don't want her in the house.
So, I fed her, and she slept in the van! She was hilarious! Then the rains came, and I let her in, but she wouldn't leave the front foyer of the house. I added to her name, she was now Lady Fluffypants, because of her fluffy pantaloon fur on her legs.
Before we knew it, she was on our Christmas card as part of the family, and sleeping by my legs on the bed at night. Well, she kept sleeping on the bed after we got up:
Now she goes, and I will always remember her fluffy pantaloons!