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10. His name was Michigan.

I lived in Miami at the time. He was a feisty, frisky very playful kitty. He loved orange juice, too. You had to hang on to your glass or he'd be right in it.

He died in my arms (kidney problems). I resuscitated him, and he lived another 2 years.

Thing was, once resuscitated he behaved like a newborn kitten. We watched hum grow up again, going through all the little kitten antics. Vet said he most likely had a stroke.

His personality didn't change much, he still was very, very playful, and a troublemaker, lol. <sigh> I loved that big fella.

It's nice to happily remember him.