Diddy was never a cuddly, laid-back cat. He bit, scratched, attacked, hissed, peed on stuff, and in general acted like he hated living with us. Over the years he's just kind of existed along side us, like a roommate. We feed him, change his litter box semi-frequently, and let him outside as often as possible. He (we use the term "he" pretty loosely, since he's neutered!) has friends in the neighborhood. Cat friends. They get together for after-hours cat meetings. They come up to our front door and meow for him (not kidding!). He's up-to-date on all his shots, but he doesn't wear a collar, and I actually quit paying to license him two years ago. (That one caught up with me and I paid $158 to avoid a court date...)
Anyway. Along comes Rowen. Who knows the reason...Rowen? The cat's just outgrown his temperamental attitude? Suddenly, this cat is allowing the 3yr old to tote him around like a sack of flour.
And, he climbs into bed with him.
It's pretty weird, but dang it's cute!