Keisha was turned in at our local animal shelter, where I volunteered once a week. She appeared to be a very shy kitty, rather bedraggled looking, stayed in the back of her cage most of the time. Four years prior I had lost the first Siamese I had ever known, my constant companion of fifteen years, whom I had loved with all my heart, and had that love returned day by day. I saw many Siamese kitties come and go during those years at the shelter, but I was waiting for that special one to come along and heal my heart. There was something about this particular little creature that drew me in and I decided to take my chances with her. At home she stepped out of the carrier, took a good look around, her tail shot straight up in the air, a sure sign that all is well in a cat's world, and all shyness instantly disappeared. After meeting our other four cats she decided that she would prefer to be an only cat and tried to evict the others. That idea met with some resistence on my part and eventually she settled in and learnt to live with them all. In the following months her looks also underwent a metamorphosis, the ugly duckling turned into a swan. Whilst no cat could ever replace that first Siamese, whose name , of course, was Keisha, this little mousekins has done wonders for my heart and I love her dearly.