We had one kitty who lived to be 17. My daughter and her husband got her as a kitten for $5 from a pet shop - solid black.
Larry taught her to retrive and bring back to him a wadded up paper ball he'd toss into a barrel, and to sit on his shoulder while he drove.
Later, when they moved and couldn't take her, Little Miss "Snuggles" changed status from my grandkitty to *our* kitty..:)
She moved with us to the house we had in the woods in North Carolina - endured several other kitty residents - and when we moved to South Carolina, drove beside me in the car on a specially made traveling arm I had my husband build.
The arm between the front seats was too short for her to stretch out comfortably, so I had him make something like a small ironng board I padded with carpet,placedover the car arm - a leg underneath bracing it on the front part of the seat - and she rode it all the way regally, hubby in the UHaul behind us!
She moved with ease to this house, too, from the one at the lake, and reared Binky Boy, finally reaching the end of her kitty road 4 years later.
Sadly, after she died, Binky has been a lone pet, and completely forgot how to play...became sedate like we are, never able to go outdoors since he had been declawed when we inherited him at age 2 from my niece.
Four of my cats have been quite literally been "Angel Kitties,"
sensitive to our physical crises - -
