I obtained Oobi from the ASPCA when he was a kitten.  I got him to keep my other cat, Aisha, company.  As a kitten he was overly playful.  He would always attack my feet, whether they were hanging off the bed, or moving around under the covers.  Oobi loved to sleep in the bathroom sink, or any small drawer he could fit into.  It was adorable to see his black face and tiny white nose peeking through.  As he got older, he became such a sweet, quiet cat.  He'd sit next to me while I was sleeping and he would wait for me to wake up to feed him.  Sometimes, if he was really hungry, he would chew on my hair or lick my ear.  When I met my husband, Oobi became "his."  He slept with him, played with him, took him outside, etc.  Oobi was so accomodating, calm and sweet.  Even when children came by and picked him up (not too easy since he was tremendous), or decided to lay on him, he allowed it.  Although Oobi never forgot that I was his mother, he knew my husband needed him more. After 15 wonderful years with Oobi, letting him go was one of the hardest things we've ever had to do. But we promised ourselves that we would never let our animals suffer because we were being too selfish to them to let go.  Oobi will never be forgotten, and can never be replaced.  He was our Oobi Boobi and will be in our hearts forever.