My dear rb pookie was my "favorite" cat. First she picked my family by jumping into our car, then she picked me. She slept in my room EVERY night, would bolt from wherever she was when I called out that it was bedtime. She broke her water on my lap (eeew, I was only 8). Originally her kittens were in the bathroom, but every night she would bring them to my room to sleep with me, one by one. Finally mom let her keep them with me. She was put to sleep when I was 16, and it still makes me weepy!