I had a Long haired Orange Tim Tabby when I was younger. I could walk him on a leash like a dog. Lol. Whenever I'd get ready to go to school he'd be sitting in the Downstairs banister waiting to see me leave. And whenever I'd return home, He'd want to be let out so he could net me half way up to the house. He was such an AWSOME cat. I miss him. He wasn't even 7-8 yrs old when he passed. He fell down the stairs and broke a hind leg. He was healing well but also needed medications. When My Grandmother went to give him his meds SHE SAYS He went running away from her in a spare room he was kept in and ended up having a heart attack.... I still think to this day she did something that caused his early death.... :'(. I hvnt had another Cat since.
