Bob was a black cat with the nicest personality.  She was originally my cousins cat.  She was raised with a bunch of other dogs and cats including a bull mastiff and Maine coon.  They all had their own crates at night so she was very well adapted to other animals and being in a crate.  She was then my brothers cat for a year or so, then after Woody passed we adopted Bob.

Bob loved camping and going on vacations with us.  If she saw us packing and her carrier was out she would get in and just wait to be taken on our trip.

She was very adventurous.  We usually didn't let her out side off leash, but she was making us crazy one summer day so we let her out.  This worked fine for a week or so, then one day she didn't come home.  We stayed up late with the front door open hoping she would come back, but she didn't.  The next day we went door to door and asked neighbors if we could look around under their deck and various places to see if we could find her.  At the very end of the day as we were almost to give up we went to a section of our neighborhood that was far by road, but near by going through the woods.  As we were walking and calling her name I heard a cat meowing.  We looked all over and finally tracked the sound to the storm drain.  There was a grate on each side of the street and she was down there.  She would meow and then go through the pipe to the other side of the street and meow.  We couldn't get the grates up as they were paved down.  My wife got a ride 6 blocks to the fire station and got a ride back to the scene in the fire truck.  Side note:  Yes she enjoyed riding with the firemen.  They helped pry the grate up and grabbed Bob into my arms.  She was pretty freaked out.  The firemen took pictures and did some promotion.  We were surprised to get phone calls from my cousin who raised Bob and our friends as far away as San Francisco letting us know they saw our pictures and heard our story on the 10 o'clock news.