Step Back Jack was a silver streak persian. Someone gave him to us back in July. Jack quickly became a very loved family member. He slept with my husband and me every night. He played FBI agent whenever we walked thru the house, following us part of the way, then running in front of us and looking around as if to say "it's ok, it's safe, you may go now!" A week ago this past Friday, I took Jack to the groomers--I'd never been to them--to have him "beautified". He needed bathing and his nails clipped and teeth brushed. I dropped Jack off at 9:30 and at 11:30, I told my daughter to call and just check on Jack. I'd never had his groomed since I'd had him. The groomer wouldn't talk to her. The groomer called me on my cell phone and told me "I don't know what happened. He passed away." I went over to get him. She said he had a seizure or heart attack. All they were doing was brushing him. There were dogs fighting in the back. I don't know what happened to my baby. My aunt works at an animal shelter. She thinks that maybe they used paramite and it overwhelmed Jack. I don't know. I miss my kitty. Hubby got me Magic to help lessen the loss. No other cat could ever replace Jack. May he rest in kitty heaven with all my other babies.