My buddy Moose... Bequeathed to me by my good friend Colleen when she moved to Florida. He was about six years old when I adopted him (roughly - no one knew his actual age). At that time, he was a big 15 lb hunter who liked to give me "presents" at the doorstep. As he got older, he mellowed out and was content to just sleep in the sun, or make biscuits on our lap. His last couple of years were a little tough as he struggled with the effects of kidney failure. But I will always remember his best qualities - his diesel-truck purr, pitiful meows for breakfast, and his general zen-like approach to life, the universe, and everything.