I recently lost my kitty of 7 years. That he is dead is not surprising. He was an indoor/outdoor cat and the chances of him not living long were pretty high. What was horrific, was finding him halfway down the block, gutted... I think we have coyotes in the neighborhood and he was chased, killed and eaten. I feel guilty, depressed and did I mention guilty. He was a beautiful long hair black male, probably 13lbs. and a touch cranky. He didn't know the meaning of the word nice. Actually, not true. He was nice to me. Anyone else had to earn his respect. God forbid you walked past him and he wasn't in the mood for it. He would just attack your ankle and run away! This was the number one reason he lived at cat city in Greenwood for so long. Someone would adopt him, he would attack them at home and they would return him the next day. Me? I thought it was hilarious! He finally stopped attacking me after the first year to my regret. Though, he took great pains to quietly stalk me outside. Too CUTE! I loved my little fuzz face very much and he will be sorely, sorely missed. He was perfect.