He was a big cat.
I do remember one neat thing he used to do, if you left a glass of milk on the table, he would dip his front paw into the glass, and then lick the milk from his paw. He would drink water the normal way, licking it out of a dish or whatever, but he did this neat thing with milk only.
I now feel sorry for this cat: I likely gave him a really hard time. I probably used to pull his tail, chase him around the house; I bet I was a real, mean kid to that poor cat.
Where I grew up we lived real close to mainland Vancouver forest area; these areas are populated with lots of wild animals, including coyotes. When the day came when Nimmy didn't come home - we assumed the worst and said goodbye to him.