He was the Duke of Pook 1st, and then he became King.  He had a jewish name Pookenheimer, but he was not jewish.  He loved to play "Pook in the box".  Loyal and intuitive to his family and strangers.  He was an independent puss who loved to be on the screened porch.  He enjoyed chasing lizards, and occasionally, he would sneak out of the house just for fun and riling up his mom, Beth.  He loved his dad, Chris, and he loved to make biscuits on Chris' belly at night.  He loved to tease his 3 canine brothers; Prince Lamont, The Earl of Bonehead, and Bengal the Puppin.  He loved tuna fish.  He mostly loved his grandma, Elizabeth or Sis as they called her.  When she died, he grieved for a while.  He had an air of mischief about him that was great fun. He loved to chase his mom around the house, sleep in an open drawer or play in a box or bag.  He hated to travel.  He would howl terribly.  But, he was content to be with his family.  He survived 2 hurricanes.  He was the best cat in the world.  We loved him very much.  He was very patient with his humans who got too busy sometimes, or who had to tend to wayward dogs rather than pet him sometimes.  However, he was always ready for us when we could be there.  I love you, Pooky.