I had a cat until like a week ago. Acutally, she looked exactly like TasteyPie's Logan except that she had white feet up to her knees. I called her Boots. I've had to leave her at my mom's house for a while now because apartment managers are mean and won't let me have a cat. So I go over to my mom's house, and Boots is in the yard. I pet her and I go to the door. Usually she wants to go inside when I come over, but not today. She can use the doggy door in the back, so she can come in whenever she wants anyway. The I come back out when I'm ready to leave, and she's lying on the driveway, lifeless. Her body wasn't damaged, so I don't think she was hit by a car. She was 13, so maybe it was just her time to go. It was also 98 degrees outside with a heat index of 110, so maybe the heat got to her really fast before she could make it inside or something. I don't know. I had her since I was 11. It's very sad.

She was such a nice cat. She would come sit in my lap all the time. She laid in my bed at my feet almost every night. She was a little wild though, she would always go around killing small creatures and bring them to the doorstep, usually lizards. One time it was a decapetated rat. And she would taunt birds. She would be lying in the middle of the road, and the birds would be diving at her hitting her. And she would just sit there and let them. And then all of a sudden she would pounce on the next bird that tried to hit her and kill it. She grew out of that thankfully. She was a good cat. I will miss her. And currently I don't have any pets.