I love to adopt cats from the Human society, and make it a point to always adopt "adult" cats,as they are less likely to be adopted. The room was full, cats were everywhere! All were strutting their stuff, badly wanting to find a loving home. Over on the back wall were a row of cages. Where they kept the "more difficult" cats, the ones who didn't "socialize" well with the other cats. I have always been found of long haired cats. AND there he was- all alone in a cage, sitting in the very back corner. He was Beautiful! Had the coloring of a show cat, vibrant, healthy, amazingly perfect-- He took my breath away! I approached the cage and he just sat there-- he ignored me :-) So I had a worker (a very young girl) come over and get him out of the cage for me. She opened the cage, and "he" just sat there, she reached in for him, and he bite her. She looked at me, sadly and said "if they bite, we have to put them to sleep" I said "oh no, this cat isn't a bad, he is just scared, please try again". This time he came out of the cage with out a problem. On the way home with my small child in the car, I wondered if I had made a wrong decision-- was this cat going to bite my daughter. I have been around cats forever, my theory was if I love the cat, he will love me. I was right- Bob was the most loving cat of any cat, he rubbed up against anyone and every thing and he adored my daughter. He was a perfect cat. He birth name was Gizzy. and for awhile that is what we called him-- He had the most beautiful dark coloring, I very much wanted to give him a noble name. My mother offered the name "Omar, like Omar sharif, that was good but never stuck. As the months past, I noticed I was very very allergic to this cat, as a new mother, maybe I was just senstive, but he would walk by me, my eyes would sell up and they sneezing would start. My father "Jack" came to visit and "Gizzy and my dad" hit it off,like two peas in a pod-- instantly you could see the connection. My father is the strongest man, I have ever known and you could see him "melt" around "Gizzy" so the logical conclusion made it self clear. I was allergic and my dad adored this cat. So Gizzy, went on a Road trip for 3 hours down to Medford and lived with my dad for many, many years, becoming his best friend and companion-- My dad renamed Gizzie to "BOB" because you can spell it the same way, front to back, back to front. My daugher and I would visit as the years went by. He was very spoiled cat. Diamonds and fur collars, and such. No, I am just kidding.... Around Christmas I saw him, all frail and thin, he had just lost his teeth, the vet so it was ok, and he was very healthy, and would gain his weight back, but internally he was getting old, and his liver started shutting down. As I said, earlier my father is the strongest man, I have ever known and Bob passed away on 020106 and my father didnt call until 020806. I know that is because he was still emotional about it and he knew I would be very sad. My dad said Bob went peacefully, he was sitting in my dads lap and talking to my dad, and then just went to sleep. I am very grateful, I serve the "Most High God. The Living God, and in the Bible it says God Cares about the cattle. So I know he cares about my cat BOB who became my  dads cat and his best companion. And Sometime in the future when Jesus returns, the Lion will lay down with the Lamb- Peace will be restored and I pray my father can hold "Bob" again. and I pray at that time "BOB" can speak real words to my father, so My father can hear "thank you Jack, you were the perfect care giver and friend, you were my favorite companion. You were with me to the end, and I appreciate that- I love you!