Torin was a very special cat. He was a Bengal and true to the breed. He was a trouble maker, he was loud, he was beautiful. He came when I called him. He purred so softly. He loved to cuddle under the covers and on my lap when we watched TV. He was my shadow, he was my best friend, for almost 15 years. I found Torin at a catery in Minnesota. He had to fly across the country to be with me, his little tiny paws poking out of the little kitten kennel when I picked him up at the airport. No more kennels I told him. We arranged for in home care when we went on vacation or took him with us in the car. He couldn't fly, he pooped in his carrier on an airplane once and 150 people started gagging. It's a funny story now. Of course he was fine on a private plane....spoiled rotten...as he should be. I miss him so much. There is a hole in my heart and it hurts everyday. I often forget, I walk through the door and call his name to play.