Kitty is the matron; she's 13 years old, and found her way into my husband's home when she was small enough to fit into his hand.
Her mother was a stray, who had kittens and lived in the wood pile near their house. His parents would leave out some food for her and the kittens, so they had something to eat.
One day, Kitty decided she wasn't content with eating on the porch with her mother and siblings, and she just trotted her tiny little self into the house, where she stayed, and she's been with him (and now our family) ever since.
When I met her, she was only a couple years old, still a kitten. Now, she's showing signs of her age, with flecks of white peppering her jet black fur.