This past Monday was the 24th anniversary of adopting my cat Riley. He was an adult when I took him in from someone who couldn't keep him anymore, but I wish we'd had more than 7-1/2 years together.
He was a VERY photogenic, laid-back cat. I could always count on him to jump up on the counter next to me and bug me for attention whenever I was talking on the phone. I remember the wrestling matches he had with his buddy Phil, which would start when they were licking/grooming each other: each wanted to do the licking rather than be licked, so one of them would eventually get the other in a sort of headlock while he groomed the other's head. The other one would break out of the headlock, they would glare at each other with tails thumping, and it would be SMACKDOWN TIME. Some time later, they'd be laying next to each other.