Gandhi often sat on top of this chair in my office, contemplating the meaning of life.  He had incredibly beautiful eyes and a personality to match his name.  His favorite past-time was to sit on my husband's lap.  When we lost Mozart, Gandhi was lost.  He would sit in all of Mozart's favorite spots. 
When Felix came into his life, he was not too pleased.  Then Leo came home and he was just the right fit.  Gandhi found someone else to groom and curl up with.  My husband and I really miss him and think of him often.