Meet Yancey. She is named after the ridge that I was riding in the mountains one day in May of 2004 while simultaneously back in the Jar St. Lissa and Ms. Arcen found the tiny kitten on the side of the road with other Samaritans trying to pick up the pieces after auto viper tragedy struck the mom cat leaving her babies helpless.
Don't let that nonchalant dismissive look fool you, this girl is all cat. She is a killer amongst the bluders.
Yancey has always seemed very familiar to us. Her transfer came around the time we had lost Josephine which seems connected. This yellow eyed minx is wide awake and looking at me upside down right now as I type. She looks like she is about to tell me something like she often does.