My beloved Attila was a Colorpoint Shorthair -- Seal Point -- with a shiny, shimmering coat and penetrating, liquid-blue eyes that seemed to stare into a person. Like all cats of the Siamese ilk, his personality was pronounced, his "meows" quite noticeable -- a cat's kind of feline. Attila passed away at approximately 3:20 p.m. Pacific Daylight Time on Wednesday, August 6. He was fifteen and a half years old. Brought down by a combination of hyperthyroidism and kidney failure, Attila was the light of my life, my best friend, and -- believe it or not -- a loyal companion. He had a very good life. One memory in particular comes to mind. Back in the late fall or early winter of 1998 or thereabouts, I was, on one weeknight, walking to the kitchen. Since it was a little chilly, I decided to stand by the heater in the living room. A little tired, I sat down on an end table located near the heater. Right then, Attila hopped up on the table and sat beside me. There we were, the two of us, side-by-side, soaking up a little heat. I turned toward him and said, "Aren't we a pair." Attila leaned his head over to my shoulder and then rubbed into it. A couple of guys enjoying a chilly evening in Los Angeles. Though I had fervently hoped Attila would make it to age 20, I find that I am not distraught but for one reason: At fifteen and a half, Attila had a good run. He was loved, his every need provided for. And he was happy. Attila the Cat: 1993 - 2008. He is so deeply missed.