Whitey was a very special cat. He had been abandoned, then reclaimed. After two weeks, he showed up at our door again. That was five years ago. He survived Hurricane Katrina because we took him with us to the hotel. I always referred to him as "Robert's son". He didn't like cats, because he thought he was human. We know that the house was his -- he just let us live here. We lost Whitey on April 28, 2006, when he was killed in a freak accident after another cat attacked him on our front porch.

We're grateful for all of the love he allowed us to share with him. We just wish he could have lived with us forever. He will be missed more than words can say. We love you, Whitey.