Maxwell was a good cat.  He was with us through elementary school all the way to post college-nearly 18 years.  Throughout his lifetime, he suffered from a heart murmur, cataracts, cancer, hematomas in both ears, and a leg amputation.  Yes, you read that right.  During the first year of his life, he was shot in a drive by.  He still had bullets in him, like a war veteran or something.  Basically, Maxwell was a bad ass-way more bad ass than your cat.