This is Ada. She was my second cat. She was a long haired, black and white tuxedo with an attitude. She definitely ruled the roost. Ada lived to be 17 plus. She was a mama’s girl. She loved me and I loved her. If I was sitting, Ada was in my lap. I learned to type one handed, thanks to Ada. Even when she was sick and starting to slow down, she’d raise a paw to anyone getting into her territory. She did not mess around. Ada kept me in line, too. If my husband and I were arguing and I might get too loud, she’d climb into my lap and bite my chin. She took care of me when I was sick and down. And in the end, I returned the favor. She lived a good long life. I don’t think she had any regrets. I certainly don’t.
She sounds like a lovely cat. She was lucky to have you!