... when you have a black cat named "Phantom" because she herself ran into the house, into the garage and refused to come out to be caught.
As time passed, Phantom became friendlier and very vocal. But, can you imagine a tiny feral kitten coming into a house?! It's as if she knew where the garage was, which is where the other cats spend the night. She hid under and behind shelves and only emerged when we weren't around. We'd walk into the kitchen and find her gobbling kitty food before dashing back into hiding.
She also has problems with one side of her face, especially her left eye, but it's getting better.
I have to agree about the figure skaters!