Lilly was the runt of the litter. She was so little with brown and black hair.  She was very independant and more so then her siblings.  It took over two years to get to where I could pick her up without getting nailed with those sharp nails.  She was also a talker and would go throw the house carrying on a major conversation for all to hear.  Lilly would be the first down the stairs in the morning to be fed and often was on the kitchen table to encourage a snack.  She warmed up to me to where she'd lay on my lap and occassionaly lick my fingers.  She was little, proud and would often stare at me as if to figure out what I was.  Always cautious and always curious.  I loved her so and will sorely miss her.