He was a cuddle bug

His favorite place to be was all up in your grill and he wasn't afraid to make it happen

He would also wake me up by basically assuming the CPR position and going to town like a bear trying to open a trashcan until he got the attention he demanded. Usually with his paws in the side of my head if I was laying on my stomach, and his paws on my chest if I was laying on my back.

Whenever I got home he'd run from wherever he was screaming the whole way then throw himself on the floor in front of me, roll on his back, then inch his way across the floor purring and screaming the whole way over to me. Everytime I got home almost no matter how short of time I was gone.

The silence was deafening the first time he wasn't there.