My family's relationship with cats goes way back. Both my parents had cats as pets when they were kids (my mother's cat Spooky was still alive when I was very young). My own love affair with felines began when I was 6 and we got Tiger. Today, as you know, I have two of my own, and both my brothers have cats.
Sadly, my little brother's cat Uncle Lou lost her battle with diabetes this weekend. Here she is as a kitten 15 years ago - I thought my brother was crazy to call such an adorable little female kitten Uncle Lou, but he told me the name would fit when she was old and fat. And true enough she grew into her name. The last few years she has spent most of her time sleeping, but still loved to cuddle with my brother.
Lou, you'll be missed.