Wesker was a fluffy, long-haired black cat with yellow eyes. Aloof and rare, she did not particularly like snuggles — though she got soft in her old age. She was the oldest of the cats, and easily the most mature.

Wesker had always been independent. Hargrave’s first child, she was the least spoiled cat of the bunch. She was a black cat but she’d never brought anything but good luck to this house.

If you can throw a string, Wesker would chase it. The highest honour she could bestow was to climb on the sofa or the counter and groom your hair. And, if you were really lucky, sometimes she’d bring you a toy.

But only after she’d let you know that she was bringing it by meowing loudly from a distant room.

Wesker faded with the golden rod and passed away on October 22nd, 2026.