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that my white wife and I had. We had a signage and a calico. The calico was kept. She would come in through the room where I was sitting. If I was playing a game on the PlayStation or whatever, she would come in, make sure I was okay, and then leave. And then she would sleep in my room after my wife died. So, and then the older cat, we just collaborated one another. He didn't like me too much. He was more of my wife's cat. So, anyway, he literally was 14, so, how's the nine lives I expect? So, anyway, that's my cat story. This is KJ5, Delfiski, November. I like that.