I hate the fact that I have to talk about my brother in past tense, cause every now and then i talk to people about something and it reminds me of a story, or something that he did or said and I go on telling it laughing but then I stop... I keep on talking but in my head there is always this constant reminder that my brother, the same person I was laughing about 5 seconds ago, is gone...
but, u cant go on with your life without taking comfort in the fact that he was happy, and he made people happy, and besides, since life are nothing but one big story, I guess having lots to tell about someone is something good. it means that that person enjoyed life, and that's what counts. So instead of crying I want to tell u a story that makes me smile every time. This is the story about two enemies, which in my eyes shared a lot, and still didn't like each other until I caught them in one moment that showed that while I wasn't looking a strange peace treaty was signed. This story is about my brother and my cat.
Anyone who knew my brother knew that he liked to eat, sleep get lots and lots of affection and attention and was extremely jealous when he saw someone else getting it instead of him. Another thing about my brother was that he was afraid of dogs and hated cats. So, naturally, when we brought Felix home he wasn't too happy about it. the "war" between the two began when my cat was turning out to be a "true Porat family member"-he sat with us and stole the food off our plates, destroyed the furniture, received lots of attention but most importantly, he choose a bed, Yochai's to be exact  . That's where Yochai drew the line and decided to put my cat in "boot camp": he didn't let him eat with us at the table, didn't pay him any attention and the worst thing of all (in my cats perspective) was that he didn't allow him to go into his room and on his bed. Since then my cat didn't like Yochai very much & generally choose to stay away from him or scratch him, whatever came first.
One day, when Asaf came home at night, he didn't notice that Felix went out the door as he came in, so Felix was left outside, not knowing his way back. i think it has been 2 days that Felix was missing and I was crying like a baby that my cat was gone.  
Yochai, at the time, was in the army, but I remember that he called me and he was trying to comfort me, but you could just hear it in his voice that he was so happy that Felix was gone so, I yelled at him that he always wanted Felix out of the house and that he's such a bad person and so on. At that point he started laughing and he told me that Felix will come back and if he won't, he'll bring me a new cat. Naturally, I didn't believe him  but then, that very day Felix came back and I was so happy that I teased Yochai that his "bed mate" was back. Yochai, on the other hand, wasn't so happy about that...
since then the years have gone by and the two of them became quiet alike: 2 big fat cats that like attention, food and sleep, which often got Yochai lots of jokes on his expense. On the bright side, he stopped fearing dogs, but as for cats, well, he liked Felix and that was good enough for me. One day I remember seeing this poster of two cats sleeping together and I thought to myself that that might as well be Yochai and Felix. I think I even told him that, and he didn't find that too amusing...  anyways, a few weeks before Yochai was killed I got myself a real version of that poster, my too beloved cats, sleeping together, finally as friends.