We have a lovely cat named Izzy. I adopted her from a humane society in 1996 as a companion for my first cat, Desdemona (RIP), and to keep Desdemona busy so she wouldn’t climb my wall heater in the middle of the night.
Izzy has spent many years living much like a dog. She fetches (well, she used to), she comes if you call her name, she rubs up against you to get you to pet her, and she slept for many years adhered to the side of my body at night.
A couple of years ago, my sister gave me her cat, Denali. Denali started sleeping above my head on my pillow. This was too much for Izzy and she retreated from my bedroom at night.
She found Jack.
Now she sleeps adhered to the side of his body. And he loves her. For a kid who so enjoys tactile stimulation, Izzy’s warm, fuzzy body is a huge draw for him.
Because we have a dog and, you know, children, we put the cats’ litter box and food in a closet behind a baby gate. The gate seems to be losing some of its effectiveness, however.
The other day I found Jack on the non-person side of the fence, having slithered underneath it, through the cat-size opening, to harass Izzy while she was trying to eat.