I'm still thinking about this question from Wednesday. I'd have to say that each of the cats in my life has a part of my heart. My sister's cats Poco and Jasmine ... they stayed at our house part of the summer before I left for college. I was taking a summer school course at the community college to free up credit hours. When I'd get home from school, I'd open the book to study and Jasmine would be right there on my lap, purring and helping me study. Poco allowed me to hug, snuggle and love on him every time I was at their house for close to 20 years. My nephew's cat Churchill, who died because of contaminated cat food - a bundle of love in a tabby coat. And their current cat, Milo - a plush orange snuggle boy. And of course, Cassie Cat, who spent most of the afternoon napping in the sun.