Yo, 98! I had a cat that was given to me because he was born on the same day my son was born. The cat was the runt of the litter, and supposedly was sired by a wildcat (yes, the long eared tufted variety) and a mostly-siamese momma cat. He grew into a 27 pound tomcat. He hated every animal that walked, crawled, or flew into his domain. But, God knows why, he loved every human he came into contact with. Lots of fun stories about him and the 120 pound german shepherd I had, but of the two of them, I miss the cat most.