Never much liked cats until I married my wife she had two. Now I can't imagine not having a couple around. I rescued one from a jobsite where he and his siblings had been dumped off. He was so sick and scrawny. I cuddled and fed him all that day and called and made an appointment to get him into the vet for after work. I named him Merlin. He was truly a Majic cat. The vet put him on medication including steroids. Merlin was "my" cat followed me everywhere, slept next to me at night. We'd talk...I still don't understand cat.
he sailed with us to Mexico and back, great boat cat, he'd always bring us flyin fish he found on deck, drop them right on the bunk we were sleeping in. He was the best pet I've ever had. With all his steroids when he was a kitten he grew into a 20lb big cat, always cuddly and wanting scratches.
After we came home from our little sailing adventure he adapted to land life again. Then tragedy struck some asswipe in our neighborhood was putting out poisoned food, cats and dogs were getting sick and some were dying. Merlin was one of the unfortunate ones only 8 yrs old, he got real sick and there wasn't much the vet could do his kidneys were failing fast. I cried like a child when we put him down..still brings to tears to my eyes. We have other cats now but none a special to me as Merlin was.