Momo came into our lives during a time when we were struggling emotionally. Once I saw his precious little face in the listing, I knew he was meant to be ours. We brought him home early August 2018. He was everything we wanted in a cat. He was a very good baby at the groomer, he liked the veterinarian's office, he was nice and polite to his 3 older brothers. Everyone that met him instantly fell in love with him. He had a hearty online following. He followed his momma everywhere, didn't like to be far from her. He enjoyed playing video games and sleeping with his daddy and hunting bugs. Once we discovered fuzzy rattle balls on Amazon, those became his favorite toy, often carrying them around with his flat little face. Boxes were his spaceships, and he would gently tap us on the arm if we weren't noticing him or he needed pets. He hated having his eyes wiped, which was a daily event that he never got used to. He would do anything for a "meat tube." He was never shy or timid, anyone could approach him and he loved the attention. He left us quickly and unexpectedly, just like his arrival. His absence is being felt deeply by so many people, we couldn't ask for a better angel.