Xena was brought to me by a concerned neighbor in September of 98. She was only a wee kitten and found running around in the streets, barely being missed by the cars driving by. She received her name for her tough survival through the car ordeal and other outside dangers. I took her in not knowing who she belonged to and why she was outside at such a very young age. The kitten had severe ear mites and I felt she need to be taken to a vet as soon as possible to be checked, so I took her in that same week. After several weeks had passed, there were no signs at all of anyone looking for her, so I followed-up up with her shots and spaying. Then after about a month, some children knocked on my door to claim the cat was theirs, but their mother was unwilling to reimburse me for the routine vet costs that they would have had to pay for anyway. Sad to say, but I did not give the cat back to them, because I just knew in my gut that she would not be treated well and I doubted that they were ever planning on taking her to a vet to begin with. It was a tough decision to make, being that these children were so young and probably didn't understand, but I am glad that I made it, because Xena has been very healthy and happy since. One charicteristic of hers is that she will chase a laser pen up the wall. She also plays a little game with me, where she will Meow "Call" for me in another room (mostly from in the bathtub) and wait for me to answer her, and when I do, she comes running over to where I am with a happy follow-up "You heard me!" Meow. :)