In adoring memory of the grumpiest, most cantankerous female Calico I have ever encountered in my life. "Kitty" was the name my then-in-laws had given her. She lived to be over 20 years old in true human years, so I suppose she earned the right to be a bit grumpy at 120? (is it 6 or 7 for cats?). The secrets she took to her rest with her are many more than just my own and I hope she's enjoying the sunshine in whatever possible afterlife she has.