We have a rescue--or does she have us?

I never saw my sweet rescue Calico at this age (photo from internet), but it's what I'll put in her back story, which is really an interesting piece of fiction about how she was abandoned and turned in at Cat Welfare in Columbus around 1998, why she wanted to eat garbage, how the tip of her tail got broken, and why she's flat footed. She had been dearly loved, and found us. Somewhere in her feline memory cells dwells an old lady who loved her, the first old lady, not me.