OUR kitty is the sweetest little pastel calico you could ever want. Hubby D4rkewolfe found her at the barracks while he was checking on some of his Marines, and it just went up to him and rubbed against his legs real friendly like. He couldn't very well leave her there; the barracks Marines were known for abusing cats (or any other animals for that matter--anything that came close enough) by throwing rocks at them, or feeding effervescent to seagulls.
Anywho, he took her home to me because of that reason and the fact she reminded him of a dog, trailing at his heels everywhere. Even though I was awakened early in the morning, I was happy to see this cat. She was nice, she slept with me, but was skinny as a rail. All we had at that time was lunch meat, but oddly she barely touched it, but as soon as we brought home some dry cat food she was all over it.
Now she's at a nice weight, not bony anymore, and is the mellowest cat I've ever known. I have no idea what kind of upbringing she had before this (because we could tell she had to have been owned before) but no matter what you do to her, she will not scratch or bite...except in hubby's case, where he purposely gets her ire to attack his foot by rubbing it on her belly.
She always must be in the bathroom with us when we go in to use it, and rolls over in front of us wanting a pat or belly rub. Whenever I want to take a bath, she walks on the edge of the tub and drinks the water there, or after we take a shower (she never wants to drink the water out of her dish).
Hubby wanted to call her Missy, but oddly we stopped using it and just kept calling her Kitty. It seems to have stuck because she answers to it now.
I like her, to put it simply ^^