I acquired 3 kittens from a coworker almost a year ago, two females and a male. They grew up quickly, and they are the happiest little kitties around. There names are Ali, Rocky, and Sly. I also adopted another kitten named Sammy. They purr, play alot, and follow me. At night, they sleep in my bed, and snuggle close to my head. One of my little kitties was named "Sly". He was black and white, and the biggest of the kitties. He loved playing with me-chasing balls, and he would slip under the blankets in my bed, and "hide". Sly was a wonderful kitty, and only a baby. He was my little baby guy, and on April 16th, 2000- very sadly, he was hit by a car. I cried so much, and the pain hasn't quite eased itself yet. I know he will always remain in a close spot in my heart- but, it's still hard. Every now and then, I visit his grave, and let him know how much he was and is loved. I am not sure his sisters or Sammy understand what happened to him... it was terribly sad and tragic. Sly was wonderful, and on that Rainbow bridge somewheres, he's making some other animal laugh with his cute and silly antics......