in my younger years i was a dog guy, never had any cats. when my mon died, i inherited her cat "frazier." frazier only responded to my mom; whenever anyone came to her home, frazier would run under her bed and stay there until they left. after my mom died, i was hard pressed to decide what to do with frazier, as i was in one of my many single phases, living with two other single guys in a 5000 sq ft house on the river that was known as the biggest party house in town. so i took frazier home and closed in the breezeway between the house and the garage and set him up there. After a few days, i realized that situation couldn't last, so one day, on my way out to work in the morning, i took frazier out to the front porch, put him down and said, "frazier, i hope youre here when i get back, but youre not, i understand." when i got home, frazier was waiting for me on the front steps. He lived another 10 years with me after that. when i remarried, my stepdaughter had a dalmatian, which are cat killers, so he lived out his senior years as my office cat until he died at the ripe old age of 18.