The Cat that was named CC, an $8 purchase from the pet store up the road, purchased at a time when there was some sadness at home due to a family bereavement and a bouquet just wasn’t going to cut it. So, a kitten to brighten up our lives. Small, black, inquisitive, playful and hopefully-very-cuddly soon grew into, large (like "look at the size of him" large), free-ranging, self willed, hard-arsed and staunch. That was my CC. Every now and then (twice in 18 years) something would get the better of him, and the second time it was life itself. He was a cross between the Fonz, Barry Crump and Joseph Parker I guess. He made his own rules, set his own schedules and slept wherever the heck he wanted to thanks very much. He let us reside with him for 18 years and never asked for much, just moseyed on in when he felt like it and made his presence known. We still have a cat - a little black girl named Ono. She's a very different cat in many ways to CC, but only having one seems a little empty... It might be time to re-populate. They are going to be hard paw prints to fill. I’ll keep you posted on how we get on.