Java was a fun loving cat, and he enjoyed life.  Everyone always said he was more like a dog than a cat.  He loved to chew on beards, and got into trouble a few times by licking someone who wasn't looking.  He moved from Kalamazoo to California, and back to Michigan, and I believe he loved the warm weather in Cali best.  He will be missed by many people in many states.  He even flew in an airplane.  My favorite story about Java is this:  One night when I lived in Kalamazoo, I couldn't find him to come in at night.  I called and called, and he would not return.  This was not like him.  So the only source of light I could find was a tiki torch.  Well, that didn't work, and in the darkness I heard a catfight.  I was devastated and thought he was a goner.  Well, lo and behold he came out of the bushes with a jaunty step and looked as though he was the winner.  I had been worried for nothing.  



He had been sick for about a month, and the Lord finally took him when we were on our way to have him put to sleep.  He didn't make it to the vet.  I was glad he died before I had to put him to sleep.  He was a great friend.