Nutmeg is 7 years old. He’s got the sweetest disposition and really does not realize how large he is. It’s funny to see him try to squeeze into an empty shoebox. Nutty became mine when I went with a friend to adopt a cat...trouble is, she didn’t and I did! He was meowing mercilessly and throwing his food out of his kennel! In 1999, he became very ill and my husband and I had to take him to the veterinary school for treatment. $3000 later, with a diagnosis of IBS, he’s his old self again. He’s very patient and even takes his medicine daily without a fuss. He loves to sit in my lap while I answer email and oftentimes, thinks I can see "through" him when he stands in front of my monitor.