Yeah, Tia was a joy. Her life was just too short. I guess she became like a surrogate mother (in her little cat mind) to me and felt like it was her responsibility to bring me food. She did all the other cat things, head butting, ankle rubbing, lap sitting, purring, etc. I think of her often. Even though she has been gone for years, she will never really go away. I guess I will quit weeping for her again soon, although she will never be forgotten.