I had a calico cat named Henrietta. My bandmate, Kate, mentions that calicos were sometimes called Money cats. If you had one, you were supposed to come into money (didn't work in my case). Henrietta had been through three household changes in a year and I took her at the age of nine. She lived to be 18. She definitely was (as stated earlier) a sandwich short of a picnic. Though, I think some of that was an act. I think she felt that it was not to her advantage to really let on all she knew. She did like everything "just so." Kidneys eventually got the best of her.