One day on the way to a friend's house, my husband Alf and I made a quick stop at a dumpster to toss in a bag. As soon as I was out in the open, I heard the sound of a bird overhead. It squawked a few times.

Alf asked me about the unusual noise, because he was certain it was coming from our trunk. I explained it was a low-flying bird, nothing to worry about. He was so convinced something was locked in our trunk, he hopped out of the car to check.

Empty!

Alf's gaze scanned the sky for signs of the peculiar bird. He saw clouds, a hint of sun, but no birds. At that point he was reluctant to get back into the car. He told me he needed to solve the mystery. On a whim, he lifted the hood.

A tiny fuzzy kitten was perched on our car battery, her eyes revealing her terror. Her multiple meows were loud and clear. I grabbed the tiny tabby and wrapped her in my jacket.

On the way to the friend's house, we decided her name was Fuzzy. She purred for a few minutes, then fell asleep in my arms. No question she was invited to join our household!

She was neutered at about seven months (our estimate of her age). Now she's a full-grown kitty, three years old. She remains petite, kittenlike. She still prefer to communicate in full sentences rather than single meows.

Q: Does your cat have something important to tell you?