Pour one out for P-32, the late Los Angeles freeway lion. Pete was known best for his commute across interstates and pavement to scrounge a meal here and there. For a time, he successfully escaped the urban blight. Must’ve been nice, the crunch of dried brush finally audible beneath paw, the droning car noise far and

Pour one out for Poppy, the late "world's oldest cat," having died just weeks after obtaining the title. It's a good way to go, for a cat—climbing the pyramid of longevity, eating cakes of salmon and spam, laying in the rare British sun (one imagines)—and then saying thanks for the trophy, but goodbye to all that.