To everyone outside her immediate family, she was a devil cat or "satan's spawn" as my brother would call her. She hated my mom for reasons unknown. To me and my husband, she was a very loving cat who would jump on our laps demanding to be petted. If we didn't pet her soon enough or enough, she would lie down in our lap. I got her when I first moved out of my parents' house into my first apartment. For the first 8 years of her life, it was just me and her so she would take a while to warm up to a stranger. I'm glad I got to be her person for 11 years.