I am possitive that my Y.Lee came back to me.
Here's my proof:
Out of the 17 cats I have had since I have been married only 1, Y.Lee, gave love bites. The gentle placing of his teeth on you without bearing down. He always did this for me, and no other cat ever did.
Well when he passed away, I adopted 2 cats. Now both of these cats are woderful, but not the loving soul and lap-kitty that my Y.Lee was. I was missing him something fierce.
Now along comes Biddy, a cat I was not going to take in because I was already at 10, but since it was a close friend of mine who asked the favor, I agreed. And you guessed it. One of the first things he did was give me a love bite and I knew Y.Lee had come back.
And yes, he is the lap-kitty with the gentle soul that I had been missing.