Sisko was my first rescue. He is named after benjamin Sisko from the show Deep Space Nine. He had a severe uper respitory infection when I found him and was running a fever of 103. He was about six weeks old at the time, my vet said he wouldn't live, but gave me medicine any way. I never put him down and wrapped him in cool wash cloths for two weeks until his fever finally broke. He made it to 11 years old through lots of love and care, though his illness caused permanent lung damage making it hard for him to breath. Through the years he kept me company and when I moved to Smyrna then Canton he served as the mediator of the house, ensuring the others behaved and didn't fight. He even rescued Jessamay from the kitchen cabinet when Banshee locked her in. There wasn't a door he couldn't open if he wanted too including the door to my mom's living room when he stayed with her for a while. He used to let her cats up in the living room where they wern't allowed to go, because they wanted to explore the room. I was living with my sister temporarily at the time in Kennesaw and her husband hates cats, so Sisko, Sebastian and Pepper had to stay with my mom. He was a great momma cat for a tom, helping me care for Pepper as an infant by giving him baths and getting me if Pepper was hungry even to the point of liking my nose to wake me up if I didn't here Pepper crying in the middle of the night. He protected the other cats and kittens from my nieces and had to be watched so he wouldn't attack the girls. (He really hated them when they got older though he mothered them when they were babies by lying under their cribs and fetching us when they cried). He was my travel companion and one of my furry roomates in college. I lost him in August 2007 to a cancerous tumor next to his heart finally the one thing his luck and my love couldn't fix. He is greatly missed.