The oldest cat in the world dies at the age of 31 after owner, 52, who got him as a kitten for her 20th birthday
- Rubble died just before he turned 32, which is nearly 150 in human years
- He lived in Exeter, in Devon, with his owner Michele Heritage, 52
- The moggy beat the record of the 30-year-old scooter who died in Texas in 2016
The owner of the ‘oldest cat in the world’ paid tribute to him after revealing that he died at the age of 31 – the equivalent of 150 human years.
Michele Heritage, 52, got geriatric moggy Rubble as a kitten on her 20th birthday and they’ve been inseparable ever since.
A downy Maine Coon, Rubble became the oldest feline in the world after turning 31 years old in May last year.
The world’s oldest cat, Rubble, sadly died at the age of 31. Shown with owner Michele Heritage
Michele got Rubble as a kitten for her 20th birthday and they have been together ever since.
But Michele, from Exeter, has revealed that he sadly died before he turned 32.
She attributes his incredible longevity to the fact that she never had her own children and spoiled him like her child.
She said, “He would have turned 32 in May, so it was such an achievement.
“He was a wonderful companion that I’ve lived with for so long.
“I got it just before my twentieth birthday when he was a kitten.”
Michele puts his long life down because she treats him like a child
Rubble beat Scooter’s record, a 30-year-old Siamese Texas cat who died in 2016.
Rubble beat the record of Scooter, a Siamese Texas, who was listed as a record breaker by the Guinness Book of World at the age of 30 before dying in 2016.
The oldest cat ever according to the record books is Creme Puff, born August 3, 1967 and lived until August 6, 2005 – a whopping 38 years and three days.
Michele added, “We never went the route of the Guinness Book of Records. I didn’t want to do that given his age. The record did not interest us.
“He grew old very quickly towards the end, I said to my husband at Christmas that I think it’s the last time we’ll spend with Rubble. He had stopped eating and was only drinking water.
“He was getting very thin. I went to work as usual and when I got home my husband said Rubble had gone down the road like he did every day and never came back so we think he died like cats.
“He was a creature of habit, had his favorite places to sleep and loved his food, so when that ended, we knew.”
Michele said she remembers the exact moment when she first met Rubble
and claims to be 100 percent sure of the dates – because it was her 20th birthday.
She added, “He was part of a litter cat my sister’s friend had and I had just left home.
“I was lonely because I lived alone, so I brought him in as a kitten. That was in May 1988.
“I’ve always treated him like a child – I don’t have children
and had another cat named Meg – who died at the age of 25.
“If you care about anything, whatever it is, it will last.”