I went back to college when I was 48 years old, and knew I had to have a kitty to go with me. I lived in the town where the college was during the week, and went home on weekends. That is when I got Rumply, a furry Ragamuffin kitty. He slept with me, and always greeted me at the door of the little apartment I kept during the week. When I returned home after graduating from college, he went with me. About 3 years later, I let him out in the morning, and didn't think too much of it when he didn't return that night. Five days later, I knew he was not coming home again, and my heart was absolutely broken. I drove around the neighborhood, and asked everyone if they had seen him, but they hadn't. I never found out what happened to him, and seven years later, I still miss him desperately. I love my kitties, and have had some wonderful ones over the years, but I think he will always be my favorite.