Thread:Lilboops/@comment-34478085-20190115203351/@comment-34478085-20190115224850

You're so right about that! My mother had this curmudgeonly cat who didn't like to be touched. Or talked to. Or looked at. On the day my dad died at the hospital and she came home to grieve, her kitty hopped up into her lap, which she'd never done before.

Fang also made me laugh when I first got to my friends' house -- he drug his favorite toy down the stairs to the living room to show it to me. It was a fishing pole with feathers tied to the end of the line. I can't believe he drug that thing all the way downstairs! Of course I had to play with him then.