Our cat Tiger, a Maine coon was born in our daughter's closet. He died aged 17. He was also "the perfect cat". Every day coming home from work, he would be waiting for me at the the top of the driveway. I would exit the car and he would stroll over, rub against my leg and then head off to carry out his catly duties, hunting mice, rats and chasing of other cats. Its been 20 years and I still miss him badly.