Well, it seemed strange to be talking about some of my favorite things, like books and movies, and leave her out. Frida came into my life in early October, 1998. She was found on the street, alone, thin and licking a half-empty yoghurt container. The vet said she was approximately 3 weeks old (she had not shed her first set of teeth) and that it seemed that she really didn't spend a lot of time with her mother or siblings. This might be why she seems to identify better with cats than with dogs: once we adopted a baby kitten we found on the street and she immediately took to him; on the contrary, we once babysat my cousin's poodle puppy and she really disliked the idea. We have been together for almost 8 years and she has been a constant source of joy and love.