Here we are in our tiny apartment right under the flight path at the edge of Miami International Airport. At this point I was a finishing graduate student, and we didn't have any money. The cat was a stray that adopted us (much to the landlord's dismay and anger). She had a beautiful batch of kittens of several color patterns, in our closet (luckily, we found homes for all of them). I felt sorry for the girl who took the little black-and-white male -- he was a curtain-climber. But he had his good side -- he was the only one that would sleep beside me at night -- all the rest loved Becky better.