Napoleon died of poison just a year ago. Hardly a day has gone by when I don't think of him, and I am still reduced to tears when I speak of him. His death affected me more than that of any cat I have ever had, partly because he was such a special character, partly because it was so cruel and sudden. He was so happy here, so care-free, and he did not deserve such a horrible death at 18 months old. I have made him a garden of white with purple touches, for the little emperor that he was, and he has a memorial page in the Cat Pages. RIP little one, Wellington your brother and I will never forget you.