One day a tiny kitten appeared in our garage but was so fast and skittish we could never catch her. You could only get a glimpse of her once in a great while. Sometime later my dad was driving his truck to work and stopped for gas. He kept hearing meowing but was in too much of a hurry to check around. During the day someone told him his truck was still meowing so he went to check and the kitten was hanging onto the bottom frame. She had apparently ridden under there the entire way, including 20 minutes down the freeway! He gathered her up and brought her home and I've had her ever since. Her name comes from the fact that no one could think of what to call her and just kept referring to her as "the kitten", which eventually got shortened to T.K. She's quite a bit larger now and pretty ornery but the name still stuck.