Friend of Cults and Flowers (and other assorted names)

This Cat Friend. Named so because she found me at a point in my life where I was going through a pretty big transition, and she just showed up one day while I was sitting outside, jumped up in my lap, and later followed me inside. She came back day after day so I called her my cat friend. When I eventually agreed with my partner to cat nap her when we moved, we decided Cat Friend was as good a name as any. She comes when you yell “Friend” across the house. Sometimes. When she wants. Her hobbies include grooming, napping, drinking water from a coffee mug I keep on my nightstand for her, and lounging in an outdoor cage area my partner built, affectionately called “The Prison Yard.”