Lonnie came to me via my marriage to Jeff.  Oddly enough, Jeff's former fiance had him delivered from animal rescue.  It took us awhile to bond, but when we did, I felt like his mother.  He used to love sleeping in bed with me, under the covers, near my calf or feet.  He had a very unique meow.  Before my daughter was born, no matter what part of the house he was in, I could called him, "Lonnie, Kitty, come to mommy."  He would obey just about every time.  Lonnie LOVED to be around people.  If we had a gathering, he would sprawl out on his back in the middle of the room and meow like he was saying, "Look at me all!"  We would refer to him as "lovable lonnie."  Even people that were not cat people, liked this cat.  Lonnie was my furbaby.  He was very special to me.  Unfortunately, one of the most painful days of our lives' was December 30, 2006 when we had to have him put to sleep.  It has been a little bit over a month, and I still feel a little hole in my heart.