Kyla, so pretty and so tiny and so full of life. She loved to run about the house and take daring leaps up onto the dryer skidding to a stop on top of the washer. She liked to ambush the other cats by hiding in then jumping out of bags or boxes. She always let me cradle and rock her, always wanted to be on her back in my arms. We would play a game I would blow kisses at her and she would put her paws on my face. She never once in her whole short life growled at anyone or hissed until she got really sick. She was the "life" in my home and it is so quiet and empty without her. There will never be another Kyla for me. She was the prettiest cat in the world and oh how I miss her so.