Chino was smart and loving, and he never lost his love of playing. He was a marvelous athlete, leaping 4-5 feet in the air to catch a plastic jack in his mouth, just like a Frisbee dog. He loved to open cabinet doors and explore inside. When we moved to Asheville, he loved to spend time in the garden or exploring the perimeters of our property. A lap cat par excellence, his favorite sleeping spot was next to or on top of one of his people. When he wanted to play, he would take a jack in his mouth and come in search of me, "wow"ing his approach. We miss him terribly. We found a cupboard door open this morning; perhaps it was Chino's ghost, or maybe he just taught Roxy to open doors, too.