This is GLORIA DARLING. We moved into a rented house upon our return from Turkey, and it was in a neighborhood where the residents let feral cats run everywhere. In the middle of them was this cat, who definitely had been someone's cat once (she had been spayed) but she had run with the pack for so long she was really skittish around us. But we persevered, slowly bring her back to her real self, and giving her a name that should have let her know what we thought of her. After a year, we had to move, and for some reason I can't remember, we left her at the old house. The next morning at 7 a.m. I jumped in the car, pulled up in front of the old house and yelled, "Gloria Darling, I've come to get you." She separated herself from the pack and ran to my car. I tossed her in the cat carrier and took her to her new home with us. She was a fabulous lady. She ultimately died from cancer. We'll never forget her.