My cat Fluffy was born 14 years ago in a hole his mama cat "Mama" built out of a morning glory vine. He lived faithfully by my side, keeping me company, sleeping with me and showing me how every moment how he enjoyed life. No matter how big he grew, he never stopped wanting to sleep in the crook of my neck. I miss him greatly. The naming of cats is a difficult matter. It isn't just one of your holiday games. You may think at first I'm mad as a hatter. When I tell you a cat must have three different names...T.S. Eliot