Last July, I adopted a furry companion from a pet rescue. I had no intention of getting another cat (my family already has two), but the moment her paw grazed my shirt at a pet store, I couldn't deny her ability to calm me. It's hard to explain all the ways this cat helps me deal with my stress, but I've noticed she and my youngest have a special bond, too. In fact, there's some silent conversations I'm convinced my cat and my kid have actually had because they look a little too suspect, if you know what I mean.
My 5-year-old son is only slightly mischievous on his own, but there have been times I know my cat — Feathers — is in on (and probably encouraging) his shenanigans. I'm into it, because I have my own silent conversations with Feathers, too (don't tell anyone), but the times those two are in cahoots, trouble is sure to follow. My daughter (she's 10 and really loud) and Feathers have a whole different relationship. My girl tries, hopelessly and usually to no avail, to befriend my furry companion only to face heartless rejection. Her energy is all wrong for such a cool cat.
My son just knows how to handle Feathers in a way very few probably can and, really and truly, I feel like they have their own language. Here are some of the conversations I'm sure they're having (and if not, I'm losing it).