Brunwick was a rascal. Even though he was a cat, he somehow thought of himself as part dog. He would look my way and wait for me to say "Come here Brunsie" and off he'd be leaping into my lap. He was with me every morning as I dried my hair. In the kitchen watching (and sometimes jumping on the counter) when I would prepare a meal. Upon returning home from work I would often see little paw prints on the stove or countertops. He owned the place and made sure that I didn't forget it.