Earlier today, in Natter, Scrappy mentioned that she and her BF had to put their cat to sleep:
"He was 19, though, and had a great adventurous life. His first 10 years were spent with his brother as the offical theater cats of the New York Shakespeare Festival, where he trained Joe Papp to turn on his desk lamp promptly upon arrival, so he could sleep under it. He made many unscheduled cameo appearances in play readings by America's finest actors, by deciding to walk across the table during them.
To which JZ replied, in part:
"It sounds like he led a fuller and more magical life than 99% of the humans in this world."
To which I was thinking:
"Including mine! How sad is that!?!"