In mid-1995, Miss Priss showed up one day, homeless and hungry, wanting to partake in the outdoor cats' dinner feast and we fed her, of course.  Because she seemed so prissy in her girlish little ways, she was named Miss Priss. In July 1995, we left for California to attend my brother's wedding and left the care of our menagerie in the capable hands of our friend, Ann.  In the explicit and detailed instructions I gave her, I had written that her bonus (in addition to what we would be paying her) would be this new little cat who had recently come along to be part of the Bilbrey group.  When I talked to her on the phone later on from California, she just laughed--for some reason she did not want to accept the bonus. Not long after we came back from California, we noticed Miss Priss, after eating, would start walking down the road, away from the carport.  Several times we tried to follow her but she never would lead us to anything.  Some time after suppertime one evening, I was standing in the carport and out of the corner of my eye, I caught the motion of something - I looked and saw a little orange kitten, approximately 3 weeks old.  Then a gray one came scurrying up - with proud, doting mama Miss Priss right behind.  Miss Priss at that point finally trusted us enough to bring her babies to us.  We eventually found homes for the kittens and had Miss Priss spayed.  Although we feel they did go to good homes, I can't help but wish now that we had kept them. Miss Priss is a feisty, spirited little girl who spends most of her days in her basket on the front porch outside.  Although there are many months here in Florida that we don't have to worry about it, Miss Priss despises the cold we have during several winter months - but she happily allows me to cover her with towels warmed in the dryer on those cold Florida winter nights, snuggled all night long under her covers.