There was also a cat named Baby that won Cat Fancy’s “Oldest Living Cat” contest several times in a row. Baby lived to be either 37 or 38, can’t remember which.
What do you think?
Or maybe it’s just Sunday morning.
My cat’s 15, still a babyface and still jumping from a standstill to windowsills.
I knew somebody would come up with this, but the last sentence is really funny. Good one!
This would make Creme Puff 159 in people years. (Which is something no human has ever achieved that I know of). My imagination is still going wild trying to picture a 38 year old cat. Poor Fluffy made it to 18 and was looking pretty pathetic. I can’t conceive of her going on another 20 years. I’m not sure if I’d like to see a picture or not…
There’s a great story, probably apocryphal, about a snooty English gentleman’s club that had a rule that no dogs were permitted on the premises, and anybody caught with a dog would be fined by the club.
When a blind man wished to join the club, they had to amend their rules: “Any dog leading a blind person shall be deemed to be a cat.” 
See? See? That’s what I meant: it’s just so British to do something that way! I love it!
I call BS on this! Everyone knows cats can’t type that well.
It would seem that the UK has a positive epidemic of felines interested in utilizing public transit.
The adorable story of Macavity (the mystery cat!) who regularly takes the bus down to the fish & chip shop.
Hey, I used to know that guy in the video, old man Jake, back when I lived in Austin. Haven’t thought about him in…jeez, 10-12 years now. I’d always thought he was just another oddball Austin eccentric; I had no idea he, or one of his cats (other than than the well-known Grandpa), were quasi-famous.
I used to work in a small print shop and Jake would come in and have us make calendars, postcards, stickers and all manner of paper products featuring his then-oldest cat, Grandpa. Some of the stuff he’d sell, but most of it he’d give to the cat’s “fan club”. We we’re chatting during one of his visits, and ol’ Jake invited me and my co-worker Philly to drop by his house and meet Grandpa (and his eight zillion other cats). I want to think that the cat was 28-29 at the time.
Poor old thing looked like a chihuahua that had been caught in a garbage disposal, but Jake loved it like it was one of his children.
Now I’ve got to know more about this. Is it a freight train they hop onto, or do they just get on at the stop with the other passengers? What do they do once they get into the city?
Yer right! If a cat typed it, it would like this:
Here’s the story. I saw the story first on ABC Nightly News, with video. I guess they’re stray dogs, not wolves. They apparently go into the city during the day to scavenge, and back to the suburbs at night to sleep.
In some languages, “cat” can be slang for beautiful man/woman, but I’m not sure if this works for English. 
I had two cats that went at least 18, maybe 20 years. They were full grown when I got them, not sure how old they were but that’s how long I had them.
The cat I have now is 10+ and still acts like a kitten most of the time.
I disagree. Cats can type just fine. The real problems stem from having to use a mouse.
He’s using Vista with built in voice recognition software.
a cockroach types for me
So…this was just a whoosh, right? Fill us in if we all missed the joke!
I don’t get it either.
I’ve had several cats live way into their teens, and one lived to be 20.