We adopted TC for my son's birthday. TC loved white wine and margaritas (we had to watch where we put our drinks down), and raspberry jam. He understood the function of forks and doorknobs, knew how to push or pull a door open with his paw, and was afraid of hats. Don't know how many times he fell into the bathtub—he couldn't stay away from the water. He was our "people cat": he greeted folks who visited, but insisted on licking each finger before he'd accede to being petted. He was a smart, sweet kitty.

20 years, 3 months, 20 days.