Me and my brother both got cats when we were born, his died from old age 4 or 5 years ago and mine died about 2 years ago. So now the only cat we have is one I found living by a lake in an old gopher hole. It's rather anti-social and lives outside most of the time. At one point we moved a few streets from where we used to live and the cat went outside and was gone for a really long time, I think something like 2 1/2 months. So we all thought it got hit by a car but then it showed up on Christmas morning thin as could be and stuff. Crazy awesome present.
I've had other cats over the years, but 1 or 2 of them have been hit by cars and we had a kitten that one of the people living in our neighborhood stole and took to their grandmother's so we couldn't get it back. Hate those kids :(
