Puss was my little buddy. My sister found him in the bushes when he was a tiny little guy, eyes crusty and nose running. She gave him to me to hang on to over night so she could take him to the shelter the next day. One night was all it took, he was my buddy. he was everyones buddy. He greeted me at the door when I came home, he was there to say good morning when I woke up, he watched T.V. with me and he ate cereal with me. He loved him some milk. I will miss him and will always hurt inside without him.