Our 16 yo cat passed away this morning. We got him from, the pound before DH and I got married. I still remember him standing there in that cage yowling to be taken home. He had one foot in the food dish and the other in the water dish. DH always liked to say he didn't know who the biggest whiner was him or me. Diesel crossed both his front paws in front of him through the cage wire and just let loose this pleading howl. We got him. Named him Diesel because he purred louder then DH's diesel truck. Boy did he have attitude. Had in one of those cardboard boxes to carry him home in. He didn't like it and started tearing the box apart. My favorite memory is we had taken him with us on a short trip. He had not eaten because he didn't like dry food, so we stopped at a store and picked him up a can of Fancy Feast. Hungry little devil ate over half the can. We were heading home and he was sleeping on DH's shoulder when this terrible smell suddenly hit us. We were rolling down the windows and gasping for air. Little stinker cut one right in DH's ear. So many great memories of all the crazy things he did and all he put up with from us and the kids. We are sure going to miss him. Have 3 other cats in the house so we are not going to get another one.