Doodle was the most sweet natured of cats, never scratched or bit, even in 'play fights'. He was not the most intelligent of cats! But he was so funny, he made us laugh every day over something or other that he'd done. He was so loving. Every night he snuggled up to me in bed. He loved to be in the garden, catching moths and flies. I hate gardening, but last Saturday, after he had gone in the morning, I spent the day in the garden. I felt close to him; every rustle, I thought he would appear out of the bushes. Well, he didn't of course, but it awakened in me a love of being out there too. His sister still looks for him. I do too, in his favourite places, just in case he is there. Doodle, we miss you.