So when I was 10 in a very cold (-26c) december night we heard this wierd mewling outside the door and my mother went to see what it was. When I got there I saw this black and white cat, maybe 2-3 years old, starving, cold and very, very scared. It would shy away as soon as anyone of my family came close and then my father gave me a slice of cheese and said you go try.
And so It came to be that I gave out new cat it's first meal in out household.
The cat, named Kattami, bacame a dear friend for the whole family spending it's first years delivering mice and birds for the whole family to gaze upon. She became quite the lady when she turned ~14-15 years and leisurely sat in whosoever lap where in front of the TV or if there where a monitor on, the top of that were hers. And she were pretty spoiled by this point and only ever ate the finest dryfood and shrimps.

But then came the day when she turned 19-20 years, and she did not want to eat, we took her to the vet and they did not really find anything, good teeth, fine fur and so on, so they gave her some hydrating-shot and that was it.
For a few days she was fine, but then when I was home alone I heard her a few rooms away make this very odd mewling sound... When I get there she sits in a corner, scared, I realise she was ill and needed food. So I put her on the table and get her some luxurious dryfood, she did not want it at all so I gave her shrimps, no luck. I pet her for a while and she gets more relaxed. This was kinda early so I make some breakfast, I just make some quick sandwiches and park myself at her table.
Then she look up a little and I follow her gaze to my sandwich, I give her a slice of cheese - she eats it just like that december day all those years ago. I stay with her till she sleeps in and never wakesup again - curled up inbetween my arms...