Queenie is a tiny 21 year old cat, rescued with her mom as the sole survivor of her litter. Her favorite activities include lap sitting, prolonged eye contact, being angry, belly rubs, and staring at hidden demons just behind your head. Here she is at age 17.

In her prime, she enjoyed following me from 20 feet behind, hunting for moles, voles, and shrews, living part time in a barn, and occasionally disappearing to her second family for a few days. In these photos she is about 10 years old, and still has most of her youthful white coat.

These days, despite her advanced age, deafness, arthritis, and general stench, she still knows the exact time the sun hits the living room floor and how to lure humans to her food bowl.

Grandma is the happiest an old cat can be, snoring loudly throughout the day.