I woke up this morning and found that Mr. Big passed away in the night.

Me and his sister, Shirley, are holding each other extra close this morning.

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MY "BABY KITTY" IS THE SAME AGE AND IS PICTURED ON THE BACK PAGE OF MAY ISSUE "GUNS"; CATS CAN BE JUST AS CHERISHED AS DOGS!

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I don't know exactly when 'Cat!' came into my life but I will miss her terribly when her time is up.

My wife and daughter brought her home one day and informed me her given name was 'Lorna'. I have never called her by her given name as the only thing she seems to respond to is, "Cat!".

They are ours for only a very short time.

Mr. Big's was pretty inventive: After executing a Number 2 Manuever, he would dash out of the bathroom − the cats have their own (!) − assume the Guard Position − i.e., squat, always somewhere just in sight, of course − then he'd unceremoniously duckwalk a few paces across the carpet and wipe his O-ring.

Moral Of The Story: It's true I keep it pretty tidy, but it's never safe to eat off the floor at my place.

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Only Cat People know this.

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Very very sorry to hear that. I thought the loss of my last dog was the end of the world and if I'm alive when my little border collie goes they will probably have to just bury me with her.

We have 2 that are sick right now, don't know how much longer they will last.

God will make more for us.

Pets add so much pleasure to our lives, and they leave a big hole when they have to leave us.

My buddy is lying here beside my chair as I type. She came to us in 1998, and is showing her age. I hate to think of losing her, but they just can't stay with us as long as we'd like. But, they will be at Rainbow Bridge too,