When I found Mocha, she was four-years-old and through word-of-mouth, I learned she been a local stray for several years. I opened the door to my apartment for her and not only did she enter, but she immediately jumped on my bed declaring herself right at home. 

The funniest image I have of her was during our first year together. It was the Friday after Thanksgiving and my roommate, DeeAnne, and I went out for a couple of cold ones. Stumbling home later, I headed for the restroom, while DeeAnne went to the kitchen to grab left over turkey. All of a sudden I hear DeeAnne yell, "Stop Mocha". Dashing into the hallway, I see Mocha running full speed towards me (surprise) with a four-inch high and 6-inch wide wad of plastic wrapped turkey in her mouth. After I halted her in her tracks, I snatched the unharmed turkey from her jaws and returned it to DeeAnne. I learned when DeeAnne pulled it from the fridge, Mocha grabbed it and ran with it. I speculate it might have dropped from her hands and then Mocha grabbed, but who knows. What a funny memory I will always have and cherish.  

She is more sensitive now too.