Acquired: Other (stray, given cat by friend etc.)
Posted Nov 12, 2015
I grew up with my family's Siberian, Sidney. He was a year older than I was, so we had a running joke that he was my big brother. He wasn't the most affectionate cat; he would let us pet him briefly before becoming aggressive (he never actually scratched or bit me the entire 14 years I lived with him though), and picking him up was certainly out of the question. We weren't afraid of him or anything, but he was a very independent outdoor cat who liked to roam, and he simply let us know when he had had enough love. He was a sweet boy in his own way, approaching us to be pet and brushing up against our legs often. He was far more playful in his younger years, but remained active his entire life.
He was healthy for the most part aside from acquiring the occasional battle wound from fighting other cats, and he was a little overweight in his older years. He had beautiful blue eyes and a lovely grayish-white coat; he did shed quite a bit, but keeping him brushed helped, and we usually had his fur cut down for the summer. Sadly, we learned that his kidneys were failing, and we had to put him down in 2009. He was 15 years old, and he is still greatly missed.