I still miss her like crazy.
When I lived in San Francisco, I worked the bar in a steakhouse downtown. I quickly became buddies with all the servers (mostly men) and after the restaurant closed we would go across the street to the bar and hang out. One of the servers constantly showed up for work with bloody scratches all over his hands and I finally asked him what the heck was going on.
"I got a cat," he admitted. "She gets feisty."
I met the cat one evening and she was this adorable little ball of fluff. A tiny little fluffy kitten who meowed a lot and liked to play fetch with beer bottle caps. Her name was Anastasia.