Okay, that was good news. Then they had some "bad" news. They couldn't "handle" Babie Tortie. Literally. She apparently tried to bite a couple of the workers and they were scared of her (after all, she weighs a whole pound). Being so young, with so much attitude, they didn't see her as having much of a future. She is definitely not a threat around here, unless you considered being "purred to death" a problem. So we brought her back home.
Deb had been telling me before, during my depression over losing a house full of kitties, "you have to have faith". When I said Babie Tortie needed a new name, Deb stopped and said, "Why, it has to be Faith, of course. Now you have Faith!"
Actually, Deb's first choice for a name was Boomerang, since she came back to me, but we decided that could be her middle name.
So, may I present to you, the tiny tortie Faith Boomerang Sherwood, another in a long line of petite "yellow dot" torties (we think KC coached her):