Sometimes, you lose a cat and sometimes you lose a best friend. That was Gino to me. He was a lap cat, a massager. He would lick my legs. I could bury my head in his tummy. He was vocal. He came when called. He could do tricks (sit, spin, give paw, etc.). I have five cats now but none of them are remotely like him. He was the only cat I've ever had that I think loved me. He's been gone now for 17 months but just thinking about him brings me to tears. He died a few weeks shy of 14 years old of rare hemangiosarcoma, cancer of the blood vessels.