She was hiding under my car tire...6 weeks old, scrawny, dirty and full of mange. I knew momma cat was nowhere near and so I had no choice (she had a sad meow that could melt your heart) but to take her in. got her to the vet and in 2 weeks she was almost recovered. First two days I was impressed at how well-behaved this kitten was. I spoke too soon. She is the very definition of destruction and terror. She loves tearing up and down the stairs, catching football on the tv, hanging onto curtains and bags. She insists on burying herself in my neck before bedtimes and wakes me up with sandpaper kisses.