Percy was the proverbial cat that came in the from the cold. He was found outside the back door of the home I grew up in in the freezing winter snow in 1982. We took him in, fed him, warmed him up and he stayed with us from then on. On the name front, my sister and I asked, "What shall we call him?" Dad said, "Percy," so Percy it was. He was a timid cat at first but he came out of his shell as he grew older. He was very affectionate and friendly and loved to play. He lived until the age of 17.