Nanaia first started showing up at my stray feeder in early 1999. At first, I figured she was a pet who lived somewhere in the neighborhood and was only dropping by occasionally to mooch; I didn't see her very often, and she looked well-kept and was very friendly.

However, as time went on she showed up more and more often, and began to look more like a stray than a pet. She came in one day when I hadn't seen her for awhile, and when I picked her up I realized the poor thing had been trying to nurse kittens -- and she didn't weigh more than about five pounds herself. The kittens apparently didn't live long, as she never brought them to the feeder.

Finally, she quit going away at all and simply moved into my garage. She's just too nice a cat to live as a stray, so I took her in. She's a tiny little thing; looks like a half-grown kitten, but she's been the same size since I first saw her. She integrated well into the household, and liked to play and snuggle with Scaramouche, whom I adopted at about the same time. He grew up to be much larger than Nanaia, but he still likes to curl up with her. Her favorite toy is the "Cat Track", a hollow plastic circular track with a ping-pong ball inside and slots cut in the track so she can bat the ball around.