She was the oldest sister in the litter, a tiny grey girl with a white moustache. When I met her I wasn't sure I had room in my life for a new cat, but when I got home that night I suddenly knew her name was Prudence and that she was meant to be my companion. She made me laugh and tried my patience with her round-the-clock antics. She taught me about non-verbal communication and about love. I miss her.