In college I had Raymond the Cat. He was a total bud. He belonged to my roommate, Wright, but he liked me best. I would speak cat to him and never ignore him when he wanted to chat. I had his undying friendship in return. He even survived the temporary days of our one psycho roommate who had a dog named Rogue. It was some type of pitbull mix, very strange, very psychotic. This dog would pick on poodles. It was a menace. We got rid of the dog and the psycho roomie after the fall semester, as in booted them out, basically. Raymond the cat lives on.
I saw Ray not too long ago. I think he remembered me, cuz when I drove away from Wright's house after dropping him off from our Lost Coast back pack journey, Ray sat at the end of the driveway and watched me leave.