Though there I didn't mention her general response whenever Jamaica would rush her, hissing and swiping, which was: WHAAAat? I didn't DO anything. Which invariably was true. She'd just be sitting around, being Zen, when all of a sudden the little fury-dervish would try to give her what-for.
And they were sisters!
Then again, they were cats. She-cats.
Here are some photos of sweet, fat Java with her beautiful golden eyes, who in another life may have been a dog (she loved to go for walks with us).
And here's a silly little story I wrote about her.