Yeah. My cat, Bob, lived to 16. He could have lived longer, but was a jerk, at the vet’s office. He bot me really bad, multiple times, if he felt like it. He had asthma, so we kept him oral steroids for most of his life. I was warned, that it would probably lead to him being diabetic. Which would be a death sentence, because he would have never allowed insulin injections, and BG checks. The prophesy, finally came true. He developed diabetes, and only lasted a few days. I can still picture him, as a 2 lb kitten. I adopted him from the Emergency Veterinary Hospital, I used to work at. I have a soft spot for orange cats. He had a white face, and white feet, with pink little toes. I never thought he’d be, what we used to refer to as a Cat 5 danger. Once when he was having an asthma attack, I brought him into the hospital. He bite my arms up.SO bad, I had to drop him. He proceeded to latch onto my shoe, and tore it off. Then we had to chase him, all around the hospital…
But I still loved him dearly, and I miss him VERY much. Sadly, he died only about 3 months, after my baby girl Wanda (tiny pit bull.) She was 15. Bob never liked her either. He attacked her multiple times as well. She never hurt him…
Bob escaped from the house several times too. It Hell trying to get him back inside. I’d have to throw a thick blanket over him, and usually he’d try to kill me, all the way back home.
We humans, are strange creatures. I wonder if aliens have pets?...