We got our cat Rocky when my daughter found him eating on a bag of Cheetos in a dumpster and brought him home. That was in 1990 or 1991. He’s a little hard of hearing but otherwise seems in good shape. He’s sitting up here on the desk watching me type this.
We have a Rocky too, he just turned 16 in February — he was a 24-pounder at one time but he’s thinned out a lot the past couple of years — he’s still a mix of feisty and sweet & loves food, esp. his treats (pretends to use the litter box whenever I am in the laundry room just to get a few). He gets around okay still, even tho’ he’s got a bit of arthritis.