Corduroy, the cat
Corduroy, the cat
You look mahvelous!
We had a cat when I was a kid that lived to 22 years old.
Mom got Kippie the year she and dad got married, 1955.
I Was born in 1964
Kippie passed away in 1977, when I was 13.
Pretty tough for me since the cat had been with me since birth.
26? I was at a funeral a couple years ago, and the deceased best friend was a 30 year old cat that survived her. I had no reason to doubt the cat’s age as I doubt if they’d lie at a funeral.
Kitteh Corduroy has better documentation than you-know-who.
Gus, Big Persian cat we had (mom’s) lived to 22... He was never what I call an active or overtly friendly cat, he was just king of his little world. Last few years were painful to watch but he was able to hobble and use the restroom outside. Finally we could stand it no more, we had to put him down. He so reminded us of our mother that died 5 years earlier that it hurt, it hurt bad.
Bye Gus you big lug.
Mr. niteowl77
Two of my cat family members are both 17 and one of them acts like she is still a kid.
If Corduroy was a pillow he’d be making more headlines!
A friend of mine had a black manx that lived a good long spell. We aren’t sure to the month, but our best estimate is a little over 23 years.
My cat (Abbie Normal) is creeping up on 17. Hope he stays with me for at least a few years longer. Cuz it wouldn’t be right for him to go and leave me... :-(
My Tabitha passed away this last week, just 6 weeks shy of turning 19.
Two things I learned from her final years: keep your cat’s teeth clean and watch their thyroid function. Problems either way will cause old cats to waste away, but the two together are deadly.
Best cat we ever had was one that was waiting for us on the porch of a vacation cottage we rented on Lake Almanor. We unlocked the door and he strolled right in and made himself right at home. No collar, tag, or chip. Checked with all the neighbors, vets, and real estate agents around the area and nobody knew of him, so we brought him home with us. Winter was only a couple months away and he probably wouldn’t have made it as the snow flies heavy and deep up there. Kids named him “PK” (Perfect Kitty) and he was with us about another 12 years. He loved to curl up on my wife’s chest when she found the rare opportunity to lie down and read or watch TV. As he hit about 16, he’d sit under the living room end table table lamps soaking up the heat from the bulb. One day I reached over to pet him as he was enjoy paying the warm lamp and he just fell off the end table, hit the floor, went into convulsions and lost bladder control. I thought I’d killed him with a gentle head scratch! He went downhill really quickly after that and we lost a real friend to the whole family when he passed. Subsequent kitties have been nice, but nothing like PK.