"Dexter looked very rough," she says. "His fur was very patchy all over, none on his tail. He had a very stern meow."
Dexter's kitten days were long behind him. And his few remaining days seemed destined to be at the sanctuary.
"My first impression was, 'Wow, this cat really needs a home,'" she says. "There were a million thoughts running around in my head."
Namely, how would a 20-year-old cat find his groove among four dogs and two fawning children? Especially when, as she says, he had already "fulfilled his nine lives"?
Dexter didn't care about any of that stuff.
"Dexter was incessantly meowing at me, weaving in and out of my legs, putting his paws up on my lap as I knelt down," Williams explains. "OK, I was going to bring him home."
When Williams got Dexter home, the first thing she did was call a family meeting. There needed to be some ground rules.