When this young pretty tortoiseshell (my favorite) cat turned up, we tried very hard to find her owner. She was very nervous, and hid in the old farm buildings, and would only come out for me. So she became mine.
She was named 'Pushkin' after the Count Pushkin spoof vodka ad.

She was a dear little affectionate cat, and was never any trouble. Though she was young when I got her, she was an adult, and we had her for nineteen years.

Her little grave is in my garden.