Cat history. Back where my family lives had a proud history of dumping cats considering it used to be right next to a parking lot that was surrounded by woods. The area has been built up considerably in the last twenty years and this doesn't happen anymore but it was a frequent event in my youth.
First cat that I knew died when I was one or so. I think that one was cancer. Barely remember him. The trio I knew from the time I was little stayed with us for quite some time.
Second cat that died was a wild stray anyways, but she was our stray. She was sunning out on the front step when my cousin's dog who was visiting with my cousins from IL came out and bite her right in the jugular. Luckily a different set of cousins had a litter right around then so my sister had a replacement cat.
The other two members of the trio were brother and sister who came to us right as my brother was starting kindergarten. They were two of the best cats ever. One was mine and the other was my brothers. Mine was the best cat ever and my dad says he was one of the smartest animals he had ever met in his life and the man barely boasts about anything. Crazy good hunter this one was frequently bringing back big quails and rabbits almost his own size. These two cats...were poisoned by some antifreeze left in said parking lot, the source of much of this misery. One was put to sleep while the other slunk away and probably died in the woods. This was, in some ways, worse than watching the other one die by the hands of that dog, who was just doing what that breed does. I will admit though that the first event is probably why I still won't let dogs completely into my heart. This happened when I was in seventh grade and definitely had an effect on my grades.
But while that death was what it was a year before that came another rash of cats being dumped. One little kitten was so brave he jumped right into the Jeep Grand Wagoneer we had at the time and became my new cat. We eventually tamed the rest of the family and had 3 out of 4 of them fixed. The mother was a very beautiful calico, the dad looked just like the nine lives cat and was named after it, and the kitten with his dad eyes (green) was my cat, while we didn't claim the other one who had the pale blue eyes of his mother and I'm pretty sure was picked up by someone before getting killed, this area being dangerous as fuck with foxes and coyotes everywhere but also close enough to a parking lot and rec center where there was ton of foot traffic during baseball season. So the father kinda slinked off one day. The mother was adopted by another cousin, who is a crazy christian missionary but otherwise a good person. Another black cat came into our lives briefly around this time was fixed and tagged...but was a vagabond at heart and we found him a few years later with a new name coming to visit from time to time.
So the last few years of high school, all through college, and when I moved back into the area (only a plot over from my folks mind you, I can see their lights from here) we had the two remaining cats. From a high of closer to nine. My sisters cat lived a long life. She was a tiny thing who ate some weird stuff for a cat and was none too friendly with me for her first ten years or so, only really liked my sister and my mom. She mellowed a lot as she got older and deafer. My cat, who was so brave to jump into the car all those years ago was brutally attacked in my last years of high school and while he recovered he became...skittish. He unlike the rest of my cats was also never any good at hunting, and in his last years became blind and didn't like to use the litter box. My folks put up with him for a long time but it was clear he was in pain at the end and was put down. Don't get me wrong, he lived 17 years which is really great for an outdoor cat. He used to love sleeping on my face.
My sisters cat was pretty lonely when my sister moved on and she eventually became stone deaf. I knew it for sure one day when she couldn't hear a vole who had snuck in the house making a quiet racket as only rodents can when eating and she didn't have the instincts anymore that had brought down hundreds of mice and birds. She also became extraordinarily affectionate in those twilight years. Climbing up on top of me or my folks and she'd even sleep on my back almost every night. She developed a cancerous lump in her nose though and would pick at it all the time, making these horrible noises as she tried to breathe. She made it all the way to 19 before her suffering became too much and she also had to be put down...only a year after my cat.
So since then I have been cat free (my brother and his wife have meanwhile become crazy cat parents) and in irony of irony my sister has become a dog person...but her husband is away for work half the year so I end up having to walk a giant german shepherd and a teacup terrier 3-5 times a week half an hour away from my home. I need the exercise anyways and can get a lot of work done on the phone from there, plus my mom is there babysitting my two wonderful nephews so I basically treat it as a second job and help her out or sometimes fill in completely. I actually spend more time there than I do at my home office many weeks. I got her to pay me as well so that becomes my entertainment and gasoline budget. So in irony of ironies I'm a lifelong cat person...with no cats and two dogs who I spend more time with than just about anyone else in their lives.