No, not the kitty I have here, but the older one my mother had. I left him with her when I moved (I lived in a few places that did not allow pets) and she ended up loving him so much she wouldn't let me take him back. His name was Figaro. He was a big tiger kitty with gold eyes. He was over 17 I am sure of it. I am not sure of his actual age because I found him as a stray in Pittsburgh. He just stopped eating and drinking and was like that for close to a week. It appeared to be liver failure. My mother knew that was no way for him to live so she had him put to sleep today.