Wow. I love that cat soooo much He was the embodiment of the perfect cat- he had all of the attributes that i find deirable in a feline friend. He was sweet and affectionate (on his own terms of course) He would always let me hold me however I wanted to, even upside down. No matter how many times I wrangled him into baby clothes, he would always have forgiven me and be curled up by my chin that night. When I was sick or upset he was always right there with me. He Knew. Cats know these things. We developed our little nightly routine that we would do regularly. I would be sitting at the computer and when I started toturn it off I would say "I love you Erniekins" He would look up at me from under the desk with those big blue eyes Then I would puch in the sliding table thingy that the keyboard was on and he would get up and do a ncie long stretch. I'd reach down and give him some scritches. Then when I stood up he would run back to my bedroom and stand at the door waiting for me. He slept in my bed nearly every night for as far back as I can remember. But boy would he let me know if I left the bedroom door closed at night. the siamese part of him came out and he could wake up the whole house just to get me to open the door- he didn't want to go out, jsut to have it open As soon as I'd open the door he'd hop back up on the bed and lay on top of me I could go on and on and on but I'll stop there I love and miss you Ernie I hope that you're having fun up at the Rainbow Bridge