Pets

Void, of course.

Unfortunately, his tenure as house cat predated pretty much all the currently accessible digital means of recording his existence, so he exists in blessed memory.

That cat was a dog. He would poop in the yard and just walk away, not covering it. He would come when you called him. Ran right up like a puppy. Big boy, not very smart. During a hurricane in 2004, we looked out the window and saw a cat walking down the sidewalk in 80 mph winds, like it was an ordinary day. Of course, it was Othello.

Good luck with your lad.