You are really going to miss that old girl when she goes to the happy hunting ground, she is obviously a special friend. When I met Karen I adopted her two fur kids, a neurotic dog and a cat with an attitude. Jo (the cat) was a miserable piece, sometimes I could pet her but most times I got a snarl and claws in the back of my hand.
Seven years later, this cat has mellowed (to a point). I am usually the first one she comes to for attention especially in the morning before I am ready to wake up. However we have since acquired a second dog, an old toy poodle that Jo torments because she can get away with it. The first dog, also a toy, don't take no guff from no stinkin cat and Jo knows it. Right now she is sitting on the mouse pad wanting me to rub her forehead.