Discovered in a bale of hay with her two kittens, has a bb in her head. Used to  hide upstairs at our old house, but now there is no upstairs and she has come into her own. Can defend the cat tree from the boy cats, and will not let the dogs chase her off of the couch. Her foster person had named her Miss Kitty and we couldn’t think of a homonym, but we did give her the edgier “Ms.” Her only nickname is kittybot; she has a creaky complaining meow. Like a smoker’s meow, but higher pitched. She loves to glom onto anyone who doesn’t shove her away, but if you try to pick her up she digs all her claws into the rug and ends up looking like a bloated tic. She is annoying and not too bright but has always been the darling of vet techs, catsitters, and my mom, who sticks up for the underappreciated animals in the family. Watching her climb the cat tree or make her way onto a windowsill is the weirdest thing; she doesn’t hop or jump, she oozes. This has been independently verified.