My childhood cat Sam deserves the Cat of the Year award because 1. He’s really old, 2. He’ll curl up next to you under a blanket and purr, and 3. He put up with Brendan for 5 days straight.
Brendan was just a tad obsessed with Sam while we were in Illinois. I knew he would be. The boy loves cats. I put a small book about kittens in his stocking and he likes to carry it around with him all the time. This is nothing new though. I just wasn’t sure if Sam would be up to dealing with a toddler but Sam was an angel in cat form and let Brendan chase him, pull his tail, brush his fur, hide his cat food, pull him around in a basket, and even try to smother him.
Wherever Sam was, Brendan was sure to be as well. Brendan just couldn’t stay away and he was often wandering the halls of my parents’ house, calling “Sammy!” to try to lure him out of his napping spots.
Brendan was so sweet with Sam sometimes that it just melted my heart. He could be gentle and soft and he even freely gave him kisses. He even got a piece of bread and brought it to Sam for a treat as he was sleeping under the Christmas tree. He didn’t quite understand that cats don’t eat bread.