He was the smallest of the litter. His mother died after giving birth. He was the sole survivor of his litter. I bottled fed him. He grew up. When I went to law school, he and Tom went with me. They helped get me through law school. He was full of life and a character. When his older adopted brother, Tom died after Christmas in 2009, he started to slow down, and he became an old cat. Nevertheless, I loved that cat. He was my little boy. He died yesterday on St. Patrick’s Day. Good night, my little boy.