He walked purposefully, more like a bulldog than a cat, and the soundtrack was sort of like the "Jaws" theme: BUM-bum BUM-bum BUM-bum. He got mellower in his dotage, and I was much less afraid he'd eat my hand. If he'd been human, he perhaps would have been eulogized thusly: "He sure wasn't perfect, but there were and are none like him," and "When he walked into a room, you KNEW it!" Oh, hell, forget what I said about being human. The lines apply regardless. I'll miss him. Nowhere near as much as Mary will, but I'll still miss him,