Snickers. Hands down, without a doubt, it's my sweet floofy Snicky-boy.
Snickers came to me when I was only 19. I had to part with him when I was 24 years old (divorce; I left behind 2 cats, and took 2 cats... the 2 I knew he'd either kill or let loose if I did *not* take).
I got Snickers back last year! Coming up on a year. After NINE years apart, Snicky remembered me. Certain things I say, my voice, everything. I'm so dang happy to have him back in my life. I'm closer to him than any of my other cats, and I don't feel a bit guilty over it. Someone asks me who my favorite is, it's Snickers.
He trills to me, wakes me up every day, sleeps with his paws curled around my arm. He's the one who watches me do everything & comes running when I say anything!
I almost lost him this year due to a crystal blockage and man did that destroy me. I spent a week in tears and just did NOT know how to handle it. After getting him back... after all that time... it seemed cruel and unreal. He pulled through and he's doing great, and I hope to have a few more years with him.