My two departed 19-year-old cats had been with me since they were kittens. I lost both of them about six months apart in 2010; they were brothers. Jupiter (aka Fluffaluffalus) was shy and loved to be scratched on the top of his head. Mr. Socks (aka Sockalockalus) was extroverted and would steal your egg salad sandwich if you weren’t careful. They were both exquisite purrers.