K.T. is a Montana cat, after we bought the house, we were up here for two weeks while still living in Texas to start some clean up and here was this little gray fur ball that the renters had cruelly left behind. She was so thirsty she walked right in the open door, knocked over a mop bucket and tried to drink the soapy water. Well, we took her back to Texas with us so she got to live there for a year, bet she was wondering where the hell she was going and then back to Montana to her original home. She is the sweetest thing except when she was young, a huge hunter, but probably the only way she learned to survive with those renters. Now at probably age 15 she is content to lounge on Jim's bed or the heating pad.