Our cat. I was never a cat person, never associated much with cats at all. And when I did, did not find them appealing.
Until Wowbagger arrived about 10+ years ago, when our beloved dog died and the Mrs. wanted some companionship right away. He’s chill, he’s a bit of a jerk, but he’s a good nap buddy, and certainly has a lot of savoir faire.
He tolerates the current dog (who wants to be Wowbagger’s best play buddy ever) and slaps the dog on the nose when the dog gets too pushy.
He goes on walks in the woods with the family, keeping up with us for a mile or more most times.
He’s terminated some of those damn squirrels which trashed one of our attics.
He says “wowbagger” instead of meow.
He pointed out the hiding place of a bat that had gotten into the house, enabling me to dispose of it right then and there rather than spending the night hunting for it.
He gives me decent back rubs too. Sometimes without using claws, even.
Wowbagger, you’re all right. We’ll prolong your stay with us, ad infinitum.