In May 2004 Velcro got ill; panting a lot, and not being interested in food. On 8 May he was diagonosed with a terminal heart condition. He responded well to treatment, and had managed to terrify the staff at Adobe by the time we picked him up. He got medicine that would control his heart condition, but would eventually destroy his kidneys. The doctor gave him a month or two to live.
Velcro was too wretched to die. He lasted seven months (requiring pills stuffed down his throat twice a day), maintaining his daily regimen of wretchedness, sleeping on the bed and in the sink, but finally he stopped eating, and was put to sleep two days before Christmas.
Velcro left no known feline relatives.
Velcro is my cat. His official birthday is May 1st, 1991, but since he was born feral, this is only a convenient approximation. He was an active, outgoing kitten, which made my housemate at that time insist that we get *this* one. (Can't we get a kitten? They're soooo cute.) Unfortunately, playfulness in a kitten seems to translate into agressiveness in an adult cat, at least in this case. Hence his full name. He has also been called, in the past, "Tiny Menace to Society", "Evil Black Otter", "Most Wretched", and "California Land Otter".
I tend to grade his behavior on a scale. He averages out around "Adequate Pet", and has only made it to "Excellent Animal" for a whole day once in living memory.
When Velcro was first collected to be taken home, we discovered that he could stick to my housemate's coat. Until then we had been considering various names for the kitten, of varying degrees of sillyness, but it was made apparent that his name *was* Velcro.
While he does have a prickly personality, I am certain that my Velcro is a cat, and not a hedgehog.