Named in memory of a champion Labrador Retriever with the intention of calling him Mac on a day to day basis. This quickly degenerated to MacMac and stayed there. He was born late August 1981 and stayed with me till June 19th 2003. That made him just 7 weeks shy of 22 when he died. With only two extraneous trips to the vet's he was one very healthy cat right up to the time when everything quit at once. May your feline purr at least this long. These are scans from 25 year old prints. I woke him up just so I could take his picture,( the first three frames) the images pretty much tell you what he thought of the whole process.