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He lived a good (and mean) 11-12 years.
My aunt Maxine brought him to us when they found his litter abandoned by the
mother in a forest. Mom had been wanting cat so Maxine brought Picky to us.
Despite the times he harassed me, bit me and hissed at me, he always seemed
to enjoy laying in my lap and purring in the years nearing his death.