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Did you have a cat that lived a very long life? Like 15+ years. What color was that cat? I've had 2 black and white (tuxedo) cats that both lived past 15yrs.
If you had a gray and white, please vote with black and white.
When I was a little girl, my mom kicked my cats out of the house. I had one crème calico cat that lived to be about eight years old outside. I'm guessing she learned to be very wild, but she was always gentle to me. That's a long time for an outside-only cat, given all of the dangers they face. Had she been allowed to remain a primarily inside-only cat, like she was previously, I probably would have had her until I started high school. That's not what happened, though, she escaped, wasn't fixed, got pregnant, and had kittens. Mom found out and kicked my dear cat and her kittens out, and so my old pets gradually turned wild to survive. I kept in contact with them, though, and continued to pet, feed, and care for them. I didn't want them to go to kill shelters or be taken off of the property, so I let them remain in the backyard as half-wild outside only cats that came and went as they pleased.
After hanging out on the cat forums a little, though, and remembering recent events, as well as the fate that led to my childhood pet's demise, I think if I get another cat, it will be an inside-only (or only supervised visits outside on a leash) cat, if I can possibly make it so. I don't like to deny cats access to the outside entirely, so I guess scheduling a walk a few days a week wouldn't hurt. (I know cats sometimes get spooked by the noise of machinery and automobiles, so I would probably need to take her to a quiet area to go on walks or somehow condition her to tolerate the noise, but I guess I will have that adventure when I get there.)
Lisa is my daughters cat. She's a white and black Tabby striped farm cat, 20 years old in June. Sleeps a lot and has few teeth left but she's still bright in the eyes and takes no crap from the neighbor cats when she's prowling around the house. Doesn't like the grandson, there was an incident with some chopsticks awhile ago. She gave him one of lifes lessons, it was the only time she ever drew blood on him. A stare of death or if needed a swift slap with a paw is all it takes to keep him in line now.
She's a beloved pet of the household and we will all miss her when she goes.
Little Guy (who arguably was never given a "permanent" name) died of distemper at only 4 months. He was a tuxedo.
Mame (greenish-brown tabby) and her son Fluffy (short-haired so don't ask), who was a "red" tabby, died of congenital CRF, she at approximately 9-10 years and he two years subsequently at almost ten. This was back in the '70s when treatments and diets weren't at nearly the stage of effectiveness they are now.
Fast-forward all too many years...Weasie (August 1992 - January 2012) was a white-chinned gray tabby.
The present feline owners of me are Blaliko (self-explanatory), whose age has been estimated at approximately five years, and her daughter Seteria (white short-hair with large gray patches) - born in March 2012. Long may they both live!
Thanks, OP, for dreaming up this interesting subject.
George was an apple-faced island Siamese (Heinz 57 variety) who I adopted when he was 16 (documented age, he'd been with his family since he was a baby) and he passed away quietly at home when he was 24.
My oldest was Brandy who was a torti. She lived to be 18. At the end, she had thyroid problems, kidney problems, and probably a few other things. We were taking her to the vet every week to get fluids. I wonder how long she would have lived without it.
Next was Sheena who was mostly white but had some dark tiger markings. She lived to be 17. She was probably blind towards the end & senile. She couldn't back up and she got into a corner and couldn't get herself out again. She really was a pitiful sight towards the end. Going from a beautiful princess to someone who stopped grooming herself-she turned kind of gray. Grizabella from Cats always remind me of Sheena. I once was watching it with my step-daughter and told her that and half way through, she turned to me and said, "You are right. That IS Sheena."
My three black males all lived to be about 15.
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She really was a pitiful sight towards the end. Going from a beautiful princess to someone who stopped grooming herself-she turned kind of gray. Grizabella from Cats always remind me of Sheena. I once was watching it with my step-daughter and told her that and half way through, she turned to me and said, "You are right. That IS Sheena." 
