wabo: That's awesome... I had three cats that lived to be 21, 21, and 22, and were active and happy until the very end. Indoor/outdoor, they had their own doggy door.
We took in Kitty (yeah, real original name) - a stray kitten who seemed too young to be pregnant, but was. Orange tabby with short hair but LONG hair at the tail.
Her two kittens: 1. Checkers - the antisocial one, liked attention but mostly did her own thing.
2. Buster - the HUGE one (my buddies joked that I juiced him on steroids) - liked drinking water from the tap, snagging olives from salads on the table, sitting on the edge of the pool with his tail hanging in, and leaping eight feet in the air to snag butterflies and any bird dumb enough to fly that low. I miss the big guy...
Bluestar: I like your black kitty... "Get that Nintendogs the hell away from me!"