I had two cats. The younger one died a few days ago, at almost 16 years old. The older cat, Mimi, is either 17 or 18 depending on which of my daughters you believe. I just know that we got her the day that I got a voice mail asking "Daddy, can we have a kitten?" And before I had called back the kitten was in my house. I was Mimi's fourth favorite person, out of five. But when my wife died, she immediately transferred her attention and affection to me. We've been friends since then. Maybe that was because she missed my wife, and I was the only person left living in the house? Or maybe she just knew I was the only one who'd feed her? There's no evidence that Mimi misses her slightly younger frenemy at all. Her behavior hasn't changed a bit since the death. Of course, her English isn't very good. And every sound she makes sounds about the same to me. So I wonder what she's thinking about the cat who's gone.