Today we went out for a few hours to run some errands, lunch etc. Angel and Tippytoes were in the spare bedroom together, which is unusual since the two of them don't usually get along. The door was closed and Tony was sleeping in our bedroom when we left the house. When we came home, Tony ran to the door crying like a baby. He's completely lost without his little sisters. Tony could never never be the only cat in the house. I think he'd die of a broken heart. When we had BJ, Tony worshipped the ground BJ walked on and BJ thought Tony was his little baby (we always called BJ Tony' "mommy" -- even though BJ was a boy). Tony is the just the sweetest most loving cat I've ever seen. That boy doesn't have a mean bone in his body. Even though the girls take advantage of him and smack him around, he just loves it. Try to figure that one out!