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This site reminds me of of my old cat Reggie. I took him home on my first Hollywood show ever, when the security guard on "Diagnosis Murder" found him drowning next to set. But, unfortunately, the scars on the back of my knee also remind me of Reggie. As many of you know, Reggie was a freak. He couldn't really see or hear, shed like crazy, and often times gouged the people who were just trying to pet him. Eventually, he got underfoot and decided to maul me. That's when I let him go to the big litterbox in the sky. RIP Reggie.