The tortishell girl I had in Santa Barbara was a stealthy hunter of avocados from the neighbors' tree. She'd carry her prey into the house, peel off the peel in tiny bits into a scary little black pile, eat the meat, and then chase the pit around rattling on the floors.

Oooh, she was so fat, everyone thought she was pregnant, but you never saw a shinier coat!

Happy kitties to you!