Today my dad and I were remembering our cats that we used to have. First was Mole. She was such a sweet cat and absolutely loved me. She would lay by my bed when I was sleeping to protect me. She lives a lot longer then we all thought she would as she was diagnosed with Diabetes. We eventually out her down and it was a hard time for all of us. Second was Moose. Nope was the sweetest and most amazing cat anyone could ever ask for. They had something wrong with They re legs and got sick from eating dried flowers. They would have had to have surgery to fix this, and we decided this would be too expensive to fix. We ended up giving her away to a humane society. Then there was Mabel. She was a jerk. We had her for a few days and had already tried to hurt our other cat. Akira was the last. She lived an amazingly long life as a 17+ year old cat. She gradually became blind and deaf and we decided to put her down. My dad had to go through watching them inject her with an overdose.