Quantum
was a Calico cat, born and bred in Donegal. The day I collected my
new kitten from the friend who'd got her for me, I put her on the
back seat of the car, in a cardboard box with the flaps interlocked.
Within a few hundred metres, she had wriggled out, climbed the back
of the driver's seat, and spent the remainder of the journey wrapped
round the back of my neck. I knew we were friends for life.
When she was still young, she had a nasty accident and had both back legs badly broken. The vet was able to save one, but she had to lose the other. She still got around very well though -- in fact, she could run faster than I could. She learned that if I saw her with a still-living mouse, I'd try to rescue it from her; so if she caught one and I approached, her response was: one second of consternation, followed by picking up the mouse and running like blazes.
Quantum had a long and, I hope, happy life. She eventually died, quite peacefully, at the advanced age of nineteen and a half.
Oh, her full name was Quantum 3 Esmerelda O'Reilly Heisenberg Cat. I don't know why.