His formal name was Zabania Yapou. He was sent to me, along with his sister, by a breeder in Montreal when he was a year and a half old. At the airport, he was the first to call out to me - like an old friend just met. His formal name never caught on with me - for most of his life, I called him Mr Boy. He was a powerful cat in his prime. The leaps he could do were legendary. Mr Boy was a real character, always interested in what you were eating - practically taking it out of your mouth! So, sometimes I called him "food cat"! He used to be fascinated by water droplets running down a sink - would sometimes watch for almost an hour. Later in life, he would get your attention by clawing at your back. He liked to ride on shoulders and could practically leap from the floor right to your shoulders. His usual routine for attention was to circle around you while you petted him - sometimes trying to walk over your lap - then eventually flopping onto his side so you could pet his tummy. In the end, CRF and liver disease caused him to waste away. He left this world while in the company of his sister and me. A friend for 15 years, I will never forget him.