I have a 15 year old cat named Binky. I've always had a cat since my daughter's been born. Binky is maybe the 5th one. Like SC it feels like I live with my cat, instead of the other way around. I think she was born to a pack of dogs, because I swear she thinks she's one. She eats more table food then any dog I know. I don't care what it is. She'd eat steak if she could digest it. When I come home from work she also greats me. If she' not downstairs I just call her name and she comes trotting down the stairs meowing her hello. And she'll only drink out of the bathroom faucet or the toilet bowl. (I told you she thinks she's a dog). She's pure black, and if it wasn't for her white flea collar she'd disappear in the night.