18 months and and 60 months. Both apartment cats since I got them in January. Northern New England, so they had no desire to go out until about 3 weeks ago. 2 weeks ago, I started letting them out, at first with me as their escort, now I let them do their thing w/o me. Both fixed, and both pretty attuned with the area, because even though it's urban, I only let them out at night. And they know the lay of the land just by looking out the windows. They are both survivors. Both adopted, the older one could prolly survive in the wild right now. Total warrior. The other is not quite the warrior, but he's about 3 times as smart, and he's half Maine Coon. So he has a unique look, BUT, he's very sure of himself around people, which is great... until a local dope fiend decides to steal him. That's my fear, not vehicle traffic but other people scooping them up. I don't make them wear collars, because I think they are a hazard. Breakaway collars never last long. So these boys are out in my city neighborhood w/o ID tags, and they're both gorgeous. They cry and cry to be let out, who am I to deny their right as free cats? They are so happy out there!