Molly.

Best cat we ever had. There, I said it. With apologies to Lizzie (aka "CrankyPants") and Emmie (aka "Miss Scare D." {Get it? "Miss Scare D. Cat"?}), there's never been a more loving, sweet animal as our little Molly. All she wanted was human contact, continual human contact.

And she was a member of our family for an extraordinarily long time: a seven-year-old cat has lived into their middle age, at eleven they've reached their golden years, and at fifteen they are, well, old. Molly lived to be a very content 23, the human equivalent of around 110.

She loved to sit in the sun on the stairs: