I voted "friend", as a friend did turn me on to her. Actually, though, she was 3 months old and about to be given to the humane society when several of my friends told me about her. My Dad had just passed away, and they felt I should have a companion. She lived in Pacific Beach with her birth family, near where my friends had their boats at Campland-on-the-Bay. Annie, a delightful lass from Sligo, Ireland, took the kitten to her boat on a night I was going to stay over. The next morning, when I went to her boat, I saw not a kitten, but a little cat. I was going to reject her (I can't imagine doing that to any being now, 16 years later!), but she came up to me, meowing desperately, so I took her inland with me. She stuck to me like fur, putting her paws over my forearm when I would lie down, as if to say, stay with me, rest, stop running around so much, hence my recognition of her profession, "therapy cat". A year and a half later, she bonded instantly to Dadcat, and we have been a happy, healing, loving family ever since. The End!