Marcel was one of those cats that was larger than life. He exuded personality and character. He was one of a kind. There will never be another Marcel. He was cool, calm, collected, brilliant, loving, charming and powerful. His stare penetrated right through you. He could size you up in an instant. He could “see” right through you to the depths of your soul. I’m just glad he couldn’t talk! He even growled and yowled at a couple of people who came to our house with negative energy. When he set his eyes on and stared at a fellow cat—only the strongest and most confident cat survived his stares, the rest spun around and ran for the hills yowling and screeching in fear the whole way–and this lasted for years. He intimidated his own species with his aloof coolness and inner power, but he melted the hearts of human beings. Everyone that met Marcel, fell madly, deeply, and truly in love with him. Marcel spoke the language of the love, he was heart-centered, and that was his gift. Marcel was simply irreplaceable. An icon cat. He was the cat’s meow. The bees knees. A total beauty. And he graced us with his irreplaceable spirit and life, and we were blessed to be in his presence, every day.