If any of those kittens looked like Midnight, I sure do wish one of them could have come and hung out with me - althought the black cat, Jim would, at first, not have been at all happy about it.

As I am back in the Lower 48 to attend the funeral of my mother, even before I had gotten over the loss of Little Sweetheart, it is a sorrowful time for me, but Midnght's face did bring a smile to my face.

That's the kind of power cats have.