LAmbeau was a very skiddish cat.  She was born behind a highschool and her mother died within two weeks of LAmbeau's birth. The daughter of a family friend found her next to her mother, put her in her backpack and brought her home. Next time my father went to visit her saw her and said "We'll take her". He brought her home to me, she was so small and skinny.  She was terrified, I could feel her shaking as I held her in my arms.  I was going to have grow into the most loving cat, I was going to baby her and teach her how to act around people. The first pictures we took were all next to small objects, just so we could remember in a couple of years how small she was.  She could fit in the palm of my hand. She wasn't but seven weeks old when we started to train her to go outside.  She liked it out there.  She never ventured beyond the bushes but she liked it. She was finally beginning to act normal around people too.  She wasn't to fond of strangers but she liked once they would play with her.  She selpt in my bed everynight.  I kept a bowl of water on my nightstand for her.  She used climb under the covers and play with my legs at night, then she would just fall asleep there.  In the mornings she would follow me around like a puppy.  She followed me into the bathroom, then downstairs, then upstairs, then downstairs, then upstairs, everywhere I went she was there.  When I went to the bathroom and she wasn't in there, she would reach her paw under the door until I let her in.  She slept a lot, her cat naps were hours long, and when she was wired she was the funniest cat.  She would run arould the house and randomly jump ni the air.  She would jump on the glass sliding door, it was so cute. She did some of the funniest things. I miss her so much!!!