Hedda was something else. She was born in a typical Florida tropical setting to some neighbors. She was obviously the smallest of her litter and was the third cat I adopted. The first two ran away somewhere, but Hedda always came back home. Actually, she eventually became the neighborhood harlot. Tomcats from miles around must have come for visits. Eventually she gave birth to a litter of 5, 3 of whom survived including Truman who still lives with me. She had trouble nursing and I was quite ill at the time myself but I was there for her children's births and while she had trouble nursing her brood, she remained a great mom, always herding her kids back into their box. Hedda was a real beauty queen and hated to have one hair out of place and despite her dimunuitive size, was quite able to handle her son who was 3 times her size and her little canine sister, Hazel. Regardless of all these things, she remained a tremendously loyal companion until her demise. She was my computer buddy and the other animals didn't dare approach the computer room when she was sitting on the floor at my feet, occasionally stretching and reaching up with one paw just to make sure I remembered that she was there, needing a head rub...which of course required her to shake her head to get every hair back in place so she could remain her beautiful self. She never demanded a lot except a little acknowledgement on her terms, and then would be gone again. I continue to think I see her peaking around the corner to make sure no one else was around so she could have my undivided attention. My heart continues to ache for her presence and my only regret is that I couldn't make her well again, though feel blessed she was with me through some very trying times. She soars with the angels now.