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Originally Posted by SleazyDream
9. What?s the oldest cat you ever knew?
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The oldest cat wasn't no cougar (wink, yeha you know who) but just a regular housecat I got when he was 1 and I was eleven.
I named him Jack because the minute my sister brought him home (she was always bringing home stray cats, but this one was going to be put down by the local pet shop for being too old for their inventory so they sold it to my sister for a dollar), it adopted me, and was lying on my belly while I was reading an interview with Jack Nicholson and watching a documentary on Jack the Ripper, when the wind slammed the door shut and the cat JUMPED off me, ripping into my skin with its back claws... go gifure. I named him Jack.
So yeah I had that cat until it was 26 or 27, when it kinda wandered off into the wild back alleys of Montreal, where he sorta reigned as a scourge to both toms and stupid, curious dogs, to die, i figure. Heard it was a cat "thing", that.
He was a pretty groovy animal, very gentle, intelligent, and civilized even. I mean, he would do stuff like dip his paw into a cup of milk to drink it, draining off any excess in the cup before he licked away... little things.
Anyhow I have a great picture of my daughter at 6 or 8 months, when we had a pro over for some Classic Baby pics with Cassandre in her little dress and all that, and during the session that big old cat, who loved her very much, was wondering what was up, so he hopped up onto the cushion next to where she was sitting. So I have this great picture of them, well taken, that is forever.
Actually, "Jack" was also my daughter's first word, before even daddy ("da" doesn't count).
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