Franco ! I was staying at my uncle and my aunt's place for a couple of weeks . My aunt is a very gentle and caring person . She loves animals , raised quiet a few actually .he had a cat before, a very cute fluffy super fuzzy cat . he was very smart and attached to my aunt . he never went away. My aunt loved him so much that she wouldn't take him out of the house . a lot of people were taken by him . so she used to worry about him all the time . one day my uncle took him outside ignoring my aunt's warning so that he can " see the outside world". bottom line they never found him after that day . they looked and looked , but no trace what so ever. that was years ago . when I was in the kitchen my aunt came in with a little kitten . three weeks old kitten . he was white with a little shades of grey on his head and his tale . He was so small and cute . at first I didn't want to hold him or touch him. I was too scared that I might crush him unintentionally. We fed him, we showered him, we played with him, we held him and spent hours to put him to sleep . He was anxious, scared, lonely. He wanted his mother . His mother died shortly after his birth. We named him Franco , after an American actor my cousin was so obsessed with . he was so noisy and persistant. he would never stay put. One day he just stopped moving. the house was quiet again . We know something was wrong but we assumed he was tired and wanted to sleep since he spent last night making a fuss . My aunt came home in the evening and went to check on him . she held him and he was cold as ice . She tried warming him up with every means she knew, she fed him, she held him ... but one hour later he died ... he was too small, to fragile, too vulnerable. My little cousin cried . We didn't even want to look at him. He was a cold corps. My aunt was a bit sad . she stayed in her roon that night. My uncle buried him in the garden. It was emotional for everybody. Next time we have a cat , he is going to be older and healthier.