This cat lived to be about sixteen years old. He had been through quite a lot in his life, he had been dumped on our neighbors and then dumped on us as a kitten, and I was about five or six years old.

It was obvious that he was meant to be an outdoor cat, even though some of our neighbors thought that it would be good idea to shoot him in the head with a bb gun. (multiple times he came home with wounds on his head from this)

No matter how hard we would try and keep him inside due to these neighbors he always found a way to escape.
He was a mean cat in his first years, and he didn't like me very much. He would dig his claws into my head or my feet. That changed when he got used to me, though.

This cat saw me for a majority of my childhood and through my teens. He might have killed animals left and right but I still have to give him credit as being one of my first 'friends'. He died of old age in 2010, I found him out in the yard unable to get up, or when he tried he would just walk in a circle and lay back down. I sat with him in his final hours.

The bite on his nose here came from some animal, I found him sitting like this outside and figured that it seemed like a good picture. He had obviously won that fight, but had to be taken to the vet shortly after this.

R i p Tigger. We'll never have another cat like you, zombie. :c