We adopted INKY about 10 years ago. We found her on Petfinders and went to the shelter. There we found two sister cats. There names were Norvel and Normandia. They had been surrendered by a WWII vet it seemed. They were sisters, from the same litter we were told. One was a long haired gray cat. She was the larger of the two. When the cage opened and the shelter worker swung open the door, she jumped right into my arms. We renamed her Maya. She was a sweet affectionate cat. A queen. Her smaller sister was a little black cat. We named her Inca. About 8 years ago Maya developed breast cancer and after a year or so, died. IT was a hard loss for us. Having to choose between our cat whom we loved and the cost of treatment. To have the tumors (there were many) removed would have cost thousands of dollars. We were saddened by the choice we had to make and did our best to make Maya comfortable. All her life, it seemed that INKY cared for Maya. She would groom her, and defer to her. About a year before Maya got sick, we adopted a third cat. He is an orange tabby, we had thought to name him AZTEC, but he wouldn't answer to it, so his name stayed the same as when he walked through our door. Pumpkin. After Maya passed away, Inky seemed to come into her own. She no longer deferred to any animal in the house. She was queen. It was always entertaining to see the young kitten Pumpkin romp and play with Inky. Now that Pumpkin is a full grown cat, he a big tom. I mean he's huge. Raccoon huge. and there next to him. Eating bite for bite, is our Inky. She is a quarter of his size. But the amazing thing to see is how she handled herself around this young cat. If he got fiesty or fresh, she set him in his place. Inky passed away today. She died peacefully in her sleep. Just a few days ago she was playing happily, but old age finally crept upon her. She will forever be missed and has left a pawprint on our hearts.