My cat, Maggie, was "born" on Good Friday. That is, I found her in a ditch while I was walking to the store one year on that day. She was muddy and freezing and a mess, half drowned on the edge of the canal that runs through town. I cleaner her up and spent some time with her before having to go on my way. I noticed a few minutes later that I heard mewling behind me. Looking over my shoulder, there she was following me home on the train tracks. She followed for the whole two miles and invited herself right in the door, where she has stayed ever since. I know it's typical for cats to like string, but this cat LIKES string. As a person with long hair, this can be a bit of an issue. When she sleeps on my bed at night, she gets playful and I will often wake up to find her tangled in my hair, trying to eat it. When I move away, she takes this as a game and pounces. It makes me feel like prey. :confused: