Michael was a great and wonderful cat. He was definitley different. When I would throw his little jingly mice he would chase after them. I remember when he was born. We set a little round cat house in a laundry basket on top of bedding. I would sit by that basket for hours at a time watching Abby nurse her kittens. Mackenzie, Toby, Rainy, and Michael. Michael loved me and he loved snuggling up against me. When I was in the room he forgot about everybody else and came to me. That is one aspect of him that I miss very much. Michael was a great cat and I do believe I will see him again.