this is the late great Caligula. The noisiest, nosiest cat I have ever owned. My son was walking throgh the forest and there sat a little tuxedo kitten who immediately started talking to him. We named him Caligula because he was a tyrant and he had little white boots. When he was trying to get our attention he would repeatedly put his paw on you and meow as he pulled you closer. When he was dieing, I had him in his cat bed next to me on my bed. I was petting his head. I thought he was too far gone to notice but whenever I would stop he would meow and then reach out and pull my hand back towards him. I knew for sure he had passed when he stopped reaching for me. The house is so much quieter without him but the memories are till here.