Lisa

Don't worry, we haven't got a fourth cat - three are plenty. This is Lisa, my mother's cat.

At almost 17 years, she is no longer young and has problems with her joints and teeth, but she still hunts mice and takes them home as her contribution to the household.

Frau G, my mother's carer, is not amused by the gifts of dead (or living) rodents, but she has developed a firm friendship with Lisa by now.
On her own, my mother could not look after her cat anymore. Her dementia often makes her forget to feed Lisa, or she puts bread and jam in the bowls instead of cat-food.

Today when I visited, Lisa immediately came downstairs to say hello and get stroked.