Koba was the oldest of three. His younger "brother" Pickett died before he did. Sherman, the youngest of that trio, is still with us and will soon be 14.

He was a street cat, kinda. We got him when he was around a year old. He just took up hanging around our house. I think someone may have simply dumped him in our neighborhood. While giving him water, I noticed that he had been declawed. Well, declawed cats should not be allowed to run loose so we took him in. We did try to find his owner but never even came close as far as I could tell.

Abitail, Koba's older "sister", was 17 when we lost her.