Aw, that is sweet. Just when you wanna yell at them for being a walking mess machine, they do something nice. Hubby is like that also. We had a tiger, named Boots, aka the Zoid. Hubby tolerated the Zoid, but when she went to the Bridge at the ripe old age of 17 he was heartbroken. It was HIS idea (after numerous hints) to get another cat, and HIS idea to get a Maine Coon, which is how we got Kasha. Smiggle adopted him, and turned him into a mushball, perfect bait for Bradley. He found Brad in the garden, and said "I really have a soft spot for gray kitties (Smig is gray)". So the man I married who didn't like cats, actually got 2 by himself! BTW- NEWSFLASH- Kasha and Brad are now best buds, and do everything together from eating, sleeping, etc. Yesterday morning I saw Brad put a paw on HRH's nose, trying to gently push her away from the water bowl. She ignored him. Never thought this day would come. He still jumps on her head occasionally.

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