I had a cat who came here mysteriously as a stray kitten. During the two weeks it took to catch him, he spent a lot of time dashing up, down, and all around the crabapple tree with the family of squirrels that lived there.
We finally did catch him, tamed him, and he settled into the household... but it took months for him to produce his first real catlike "meow."
My Gussy's first language was squirrel chatter.

My condolences.I said goodbye to my 15 year old sweet little girl cat today. She developed a tumor in or behind her sinus that became apparent about a year and a half ago. I was able to keep her comfortable excepting the last few months and it became obvious I couldn't do anything more for her.
Considering who I am, the fact she was an unabashed lap cat & sleeping on my arm at night cat means she was the sweetest cat ever, even if she didn't do any of those things in recent months.
I really will miss her.

It's been a bittersweet day today. September 1, 1977 was when my first cat, Cassandra, was born (I received her as a gift from my dad on October 8 that year). She died in 1992.
September 1, 1987 was the birthday of another of my cats, Tomtat. He was the youngest of a 3-generation cat family we had (him, his mother, and his grandmother), and he was born under my dad's bed. I remember being so proud of Tomtat when he finally learned to catch mice... 6 years later. He'd caught a mouse in the kitchen and when I came to investigate the noise (he'd been batting it around at 4 am) he thought he was in trouble. But when I realized what he'd done I just gave him a hug and told him he was such a good boy, and would he please catch some more (we had a pretty bad mouse infestation that year). Tomtat died in 2001.
He and Cassandra were 10 years apart in age; she was Siamese and he was tuxedo. They were good friends with each other, got along great with our dogs, were very affectionate with their humans, and I still miss them.