Beatrice

Beatrice. Old and gorgeous and nasty. She's like the Bette Davis of cats. I had just turned 20 when she was born. She went to college with me and then moved to Connecticut with me. Now she's more John's than she is mine. She's given us our fair share of infarctions. She once put John in the hospital for a week. I wouldn't trade her for a million really young, really good cats.