We had a big old yellow tom cat that ruled the neighborhood. His name was Fluffy but usually called Fluffcat. The typical cat would come when he wanted and when he wanted to come into the house, he would climb the screen door and ring the door bell. He loved when my father would go fishing, because my father would bury the fish heads and guts in the garden, then Fluffcat would dig them up. Each time my father would try to bury them deeper and it just didn't work. He lived to be 19 years of age.