When she was born she was all white unlike her tabby marked three brothers and she was the runt of the litter. We named her Frosty - even though it was April when she was born. Not really winter-like.
She used to play on the roof of the house running from peak to peak like a little idiot. One day she overran the roof. I heard her crying and found her hanging from the gutter by her front claws. I reached up to take hold of her and as soon as I had a grip on her she let go of the gutter. She so trusted me to protect her. But then she knew me from a few minutes after her birth.
