Good Morning, Oddball

This is Oddball! She's uh... well around seventeen or eighteen years old now, born under my father's bed (Idk why the animals like to labour in HIS room but here we are). She was born from Peaches, a long-haired feral cat whose mother had been killed by a coyote. She and her siblings would steal my aunt's chicken feed, and, being as I was eleven, I went to go catch one. Peaches was the only one that didn't run, and got a furever home out of it. Oddball was named because she was the only one of that litter that wasn't blond like Peaches was. She's never lived anywhere else. Unfortunately she has digestive problems now, and we need to feed her a certain dehydrated food or she won't be able to keep it down, so she can't eat her beloved olives anymore. (Yes, she likes olives... idk either.)