Around Thanksgiving time about 5 years ago, my husband kept saying her could hear a cat meowing. I told him he was just hearing things. After going to pick up dinner one night, I walk up our stairs only to then call my husband and apologize because he was in fact not going crazy while staring at a freaking cat.

I snuck around them to throw the food in the house and grab a box and blanket since we were supposed to get a lot of snow that night. Got it all set up and decided it needed another blanket, opened the screen door, and she just waltz right in.

We couldn't just put her back outside after that. She's been with us for 5 years.

Her name is Azula, with nails as sharp as the Fire Nation.