My brother brought Rocky home as a kitten summer 1990. He was tiny little fluff ball. Rocky could say: Hello Momma, I wanna go out, Hello, Out plain as day.
Thursday night he went out and didn't come home. Totally not like him...so we can only assume he went off to die. There is no signs of a fight or an attack anywhere in his usual hangouts.
He was 17 and that is a good long life. He was spoiled to death by my parents. I just wish he could have died so my parents would have a body. :(