My RB Keke was an unusual girl. To wake me up mornings she used to jump up at the foot of the bed, lower her head like a bull, and march toward me until she rammed into my face.

She also had trouble walking under the coffee table--inevitably, she'd bump her head. I finally decided that she must not have realized that her head extended above her eyes.

She's been gone for 12 years, and I still miss that silly tabby.