Holly was a stray I found outside while picnicking in the park. She got her name because at first she was confused for a male I called "Buddy" but on discovering she was female she became "Holly" after one of my favorite musicians Buddy Holly. While at the park she followed me to where I sat, climbed on my chest, kneaded a bed on my shirt, and took a short nap. During my stay at the park Holly ran off to play at random intervals but always came back. When I attempted to leave Holly followed me step for step to my car and I decided she wanted to come home. Holly was malnourished and so she was very happy to have some food and some warm shelter while I put up posters for a found cat. No one claimed her and so she was formally adopted into my cat family which included an older female named Violet and her kitten, an older male named Mittens. It took several months but eventually all three cats began to accept each other. Holly became particularly attached to Mittens whom she played and napped with frequently. Eventually Violet and Mittens passed on due to old age (21 and 20 respectively) and while sad for the loss of her family members she has come to enjoy being the sole recipient of love and attention. As a kitten (the vet estimated her at age 1 when I found her) Holly was very active and playful running up and down the stairs all day chasing her toys. Though she put on a lot of weight since then, she hasn't lost her playful spirit and still loves to play with toys when engaged. Curiously for a stray she is very friendly and affectionate. She frequently greets visitors by lying down to display her belly for pets and nuzzles arms and legs. Holly has been a blessing to my home and continues to bring love and happiness everyday.