Gladys Fordingbridge would be the elderly common host of your group. She is the one woman. Her living room is cluttered with cat hairs and photographs of distant kinfolk. Her poems consist entirely of sub-Pam Ayres cat poems, amongst which, entitled 'Naughty Paws', managed to rhyme 'Whiskas' with 'discus'. https://www.pinterest.nz/BrettMSlater/