Riley's name was already decided upon before I found her in a neighbor's garage. I knew that my next cat would be named RILEY, because at MY house any cat there leads "the life of Riley".
On a spring evening, seven years ago, my neighbors were grilling shrimp and a sudden thunderstorm arose. We drug the barbeque pit into the garage to finish cooking, and didn't see a tiny platinum and white kitten sneaking in the garage hoping to get a taste of the shrimp. It wasn't until the next morning we heard a wee little meow coming from the garage. After further investigation we discovered this fiesty kitten stuck behind some boxes and she couldn't get out. I promptly adopted this beautiful cat...and gave her the name I'd been saving--RILEY. To this day she still has permanent laryngitis from crying all night, trying to get out of that garage. She doesn't really meow....she makes a noise that sounds like....MEEEEPS!!!!