He was born in April and died 20 years later in April two years ago. He and I understood each other perfectly. He wanted to be my real little boy. I wanted that too. He was smarter than some people I've known. He stayed with me when I was sick. He was the adult, I the child. I've had eight cats. But there is always one you cannot get out of your heart and soul. I cry a bit every night because I miss so much the feeling of him sleeping against my back.