Breed: American Shorthair
Stormy was born in Chicago and drove across country in the front seat of a U-Haul truck to start a new life in Los Angeles. She got her name because we had a terrible thunderstorm on the night she came to live with me. Fearless at eight weeks old, she jumped up onto the window sill and started yowling back at the thunder and lightning. When she was little she used to sleep on my chest at night, purring all the while. She was a good girl, she was well loved and I will miss her terribly. RIP Stormy.