She seems to be the oldest cat in the world. Her owners' are some older family friends of mine, neither of them are doing too well, although they are both of the later boomer generation. Everyone's body breaks down, and sometimes their minds' do, too. They were both journalists for the Philadelphia Inquirer, but have fallen hard on old age. They never married, but lived together for as long as I have known them. They were always so witty, and so pleasant to be around, and they always had a delightful party on New Years' day. And I always loved them, for who they were, and who they weren't, but they were actually great people. And now I have their cat on my couch.