Churchill

He was a scared feral tom and it took a very long time for him to get used to people.  He was clever, opening doors other cats didn't even know existed.  When he finally got used to being cuddled and spoiled he would run down the hall whenever  we went into the bathroom and stick his head under the faucet, just waiting for the water to flow.  That's the one memory that sticks with me, and  I miss him the most whenever I go to the bathroom.  He died during surgery for a diaphragmatic hernia.  He wasn't with us long, but for a few months he was off the streets and was loved and well fed.