From Sean Brennan:

On February 13th, 2002, Spoonhead, my cat passed away. He had lived to be at least 16 years old. When Spoon was a small cat (hard to imagine now, as he grew to be huge), I adopted him as a stray in the Burbank hills where coyotes regularly fed on cats (so I can't be sure his precise age). Spoon was not a normal cat, his attitude and manners were more dog or human like than cat, but he retained a "catlike" class and was super intelligent. Nothing more can be said about this unless you met him. He was unique to say the least and will be missed by all... especially me. RIP Spoon. We'll meet again one day. Until then, keep guarding me. Sean.