Beautiful Mr. Spock crossed the Rainbow Bridge today. He was bleeding internally and could not be stabilized long enough for further medical procedures. He was a loving and loved cat, with the lungs of a Siamese and the heart of a giant. He was a brother to Tigger, learned to share a bed (and a lap) with Zoe, and a member of the household woosle pack. He was always somewhat ethereal, and had an amazing ability to control gravity. He would fall, but could slow that fall, like the characters in old cartoons. There is a Spock - shaped hole in my heart. Good bye sweet boy.