Awww I used to have a Maine Coon named Leolo. He was one of the coolest katz evuurrrr. 25 pounds he was. Fat bastard. His paws were almost as big as my hands. And he was such a honey...very gentle and soft spoken. He got hit by a car because he loved to lay in the street and soak up the radiant warmth. I still have his tooth in a black velvet ring box. Meh, I miss him.

I miss my ex cats way more than I've ever missed an ex person.