I was lucky enough to have my Cassie for half of my life, the most amazing 13 years I could’ve asked for. He was the sweetest cat in the world and had everyone wrapped around his finger within minutes of meeting him. The only time I ever heard him sound aggressive was when we were staying at a hotel for our cross-country move, and my brave little boy growled when he heard strangers outside the door, positioning himself between me and what he deemed a threat. Then he immediately went back to claiming the pillows as his bed for the night and purring up a storm.