Twister is my Grandpa's cat, he saved her during a snowstorm. She was venturing around and my Grandpa heard her meow. It was below freezing and was supposed to keep snowing. He found her on his porch suffering and shivering cold. She belongs to him, no matter what you say. When he took her inside and put her near the fire, her paw padding, half her tail, and half her ear fell off from frostbite. She is still alive to this day even though my Grandfather passed on he is still very much her hero. I miss him so much and I love his cat, even if she has an attitude. She's one tough and wild cat but that's how she survived. She is the true warrior cat I believe.