My little angel was the only orange tabby out of a litter of five. The rest were dark. He was the first one to open his eyes. I called Mau my "Little Feller". His little face was triangle shaped; and when we talked to him, he tilted his head to the side. He never walked anywhere. He always half-ran. I would call him over to me, and like a puppy he would come running. He would start purring and playing with my hair. I couldn't for the life of me keep him off the kitchen sink!! I think he liked to get his drinks from the dripping faucet. Mau died this afternoon when he got outside and was hit. I found him. Today I am devistated. My heart is aching. I loved him so very much. I'll bet he is up on God's lap tonight--purring. And I hope God can do a better job of keeping him off His sink than I could do at keeping him off ours!! Mauie--I love you, Little Feller. You'll always be with me. Love, Mom, Dad, Mo, Sissy, Dixie, Wags, Runt, and Buckwheat.