This cat is the absolute love of my life.  He was born on the day of my 6th grade graduation and we have had many years of joy together.  He cuddles with me until I fall asleep, and has been known to throw a tantrum if I go to bed and he gets locked out of the room.  He gets along with everyone (although he was jealous of Jupiter), including our Pit/Lab mix that none of the other "kids" can stand.  We were separated for a few years when I moved out of my parents' home because I couldn't bear to move him from the country into the city.  He moved in with me last fall just after we lost Jupiter and my parents moved into the city as well.  He is part Maine Coon and the reason I will have one in my life for as long as I live.  His little tiny manx mother "Steve" lives with my parents and his sister "Clover" lives with my brother.  I came home a few months ago to find him lying on the front porch with all five metatarsels in his hind right foot broken.  He's healed, but has obviously been broken.  He hasn't even tried to jump onto the tall entertainment center since.   Now he likes my desk, the laptop keyboard in particular.  Anywhere there's paper really, he LOVES to sleep on paper.  This makes work/school interesting because I do some landscape architecture drafting and I have to pile books on top of my drafting board if I walk away for even five minutes!  I just can't get enough of this cat, seriously!