This is Fiona
Fiona is the cat I've had the longest. 11 years ago I think, I had taken the day off. The insurance agency where I was working at the time called and asked me to come in. They had found two kittens in the parking lot there, that someone had dumped. Since I had been talking about getting a second cat, they thought I might want to take a look. One was a orange tabby and one was a tortoiseshell. I picked up the torty and she promptly patted my nose with her little paw and stuck her toes up my nose. That was it - she went home with me. The reason I took off that day was because it was my birthday - so little Fiona was my birthday present that year. My grumpy old male cat never did take to her much, and over the years we also added a dog - who she didn't like much. Both the dog and that cat are gone now, and Fiona is now the older, grumpy, grande dame of the household. She loves her creature comforts (hence snuggling down in the wool, half asleep) and is always on my lap or sleeping next to me at night.