Whenever I get frustrated and start pitching one of my world-(in)famous "Donald Duck" temper tantrums, she'll come over and give me a leg rub, just to remind me that she loves me no matter how crazy I get. And when I'm weepy, she'll climb in my lap and rub her head on my face to dry my tears.

When I get up in the morning, she's right there to tell me "good morning" and tell me all her plans for the day (I think it's what she's saying...I don't grok kitty-ese very well). And she's always right at the front door when I come home, anxious to tell me all about her day (and ask when I think her supper might be served).

And when she first came to live with us, I tried out all kinds of goddess and heroine names for her, but she was having none of it. You see, she had a goddess in mind herself: Billie Holiday. Gotta love a girl who won't settle for less than what she wants!