One of my all time fave pictures of Ms. Stella
she was about 6 here.
You can see she had a collar (with bell) & a lovely pendant with her name & our phone number on it. This was probably one of the 6 or 7 that she has gone thru owing to the fact that she figured out real quick how to go get them off; the neighborhood kids would sometimes find them & bring them home.
To look at her she's nothing special really, just another tabby cat. To live with her has been something quite special indeed.
I'm happy to report that now-a-days you can mostly find our 15 yr old gal snoozin on the sofa
I make no bones about it; she is the Queen of our house. She gets the most treats; her own woobie; the lion's share of the wet food (she is the skinniest & prone to urinary issues); and when I can get a hold of her: the first to be brushed & have her manicure. A couple of her claws don't retract anymore and I think it's to do with the arthritis in her shoulder. In winter I give her the treats with glucosamine to ease her stiffness. I wish she was a lap cat; or she would let me slobber kisses all over her; or just cuddle and snuggle her to death; but alas... That is not the fur she is cut from. And I wouldn't have her any other way.