Dunkin came into my life when I was 18 years old.  I had him for 10 years and raised him as if he was my child.  Dunkin was such a sweet and beloved cat.  He had many people who loved him dearly such as his adopted father Matthew, his "cousins" Caitlin Kirby, Nicole Kirby, & Reagan Hall.  He also had other family and friends that cared about him including his Grandma Cheryl and Uncle Randy.  Dunkin was a "finiky" cat at times....he loved to drink out of the sink, wasn't much for being held BUT he loved his tuna juice and love pats.  Dunkin wasn't much for going outside but managed once to deliver a dead bird to me.  He grew very fond of Izzie and they were the best of buds in his later years.  The one thing that he always enjoyed was paper products, whether it be a paper wad, laying on papers, or crawling into a cardboard box.  Oh...he also had a shoe fetish.  He would stick his head into shoes and smell them.  He would also stick his paws down into shoes as if he was wearing them.  What great memories.  May you be at peace my baby Dunkin.  We all love you and miss you already.