At least, it is in our house.



For 16 years and three months (give or take a week) She Ra ruled the roost.  For thirteen years, she was mean, cunning, could successfully hide from dogs behind invisible bushes, and catch playing cards out of the air.

For her last few years, she was loved, adored and petted, and without lifting a paw continued to rule the roost.  Goodnight, sweetheart, we'll miss you.