Nutmeg remembers me.

I went over to Garry's old apt for the first time in more than four months.  I was afraid the cat, Nutmeg, an adorable stray kitty that his roommate adopted, would not remember me.  She has hazel eyes, a mishmash of gray and sand in her coat, and she's one of my favorite animal creatures in the world.

But I let her sniff my fingers, and in a minute she was rubbing her furry head into my hand.  Dear cat!