In the beginning,my little tuxedo cat was left abandoned with 2 other litters in a cardboard box on a sweltering Sunday.He climbed on top of my head as soon as I touched him and we fell in love.He always had something to say,even tho' I wasn't quite sure what.He died rather painfully of heart congestion, never complaining. I would listen to his tales even when they faded to a tired whisper Ashes and fur photos and ashes and fur all gone. But the joy of memory remains.