I was just informed by my mother that Theodore J. Kitty, our family cat for the past 17 years, finally went to the big litterbox in the sky.
If a cat ever had 9 lives, it was Theodore. He fell off a roof, was run over by a car (breaking his pelvis in the process), was 30 minutes away from being put to sleep, survived years of putting up with hooliganism from large dobermen, almost drowned in a water bucket, got into a catfight which permanently bent the cartilage in his ear, had an unfortunate run in with a lawn mover but managed to get through without a scratch, had a run in with a ground hog which left his voice box unable to purr (he sort of wheezed), had no teeth the last 5 years of his life but still managed to eat dry cat food, and would eat raw corn off the cob when we would pick it out of our garden (which was a sight to behold with no teeth), and was largely deaf the last 3 years of his life.
Even with all that, he was always the best natured cat you ever saw. That cat was indeed a hoot. He will be missed.