My cat, Lefty, is crossing the rainbow bridge this evening. We adopted him about 16 years ago after he lost a leg to God knows what in a canyon. He was about the meanest, scratchinest ,bity-est little bastard to ever be. Wickedly smart too. Despite missing a front leg he was able to open doors and drawers the require an opposable thumb. How he did that, I'll never know,.he took that secret with him.
As the years went by he calmed down, only a little but he eventually accepted his position in the family and would actually wait for me to get home every night. When he wasn't attacking our shins he passed his time by terrorizing my dog and other cat assuring that the best sunny spots were his. The thing is when he gave you attention, when he liked you, he would cuddle up to you but didn't want you petting him, he thought he was a lion and his presence was your reward. As I said, he was a little bastard, but he was my little bastard and I'm going to miss him terribly. I know he's in heaven ripping the wings off angels now.