One was almost 15- she was the only survivor of a litter born on my MIL’s porch.
One was about 20, she got catnapped from a very neglectful home.
One we thught was about 15, but the vet hospital guessed closer to 20- she was part of a colony we brought in. She’d be someone’s girl years ago, and finally decided being part of a family again was pretty nice.
And the last was another part of the colony who never socialized. She was about 14 or so too.
Hardly. The senile halfwit is still underwater, and less popular than Trump.