Harrison loves our cat, Chandler. Chandler is an old yellow short haired tabby that adopted me when I was still single. He was skinny and dirty when he started showing up at my house and the vet thought that he was about 5 years old. That was in the summer of 2001. He had adjusted well to being a house cat after his early years of living out of trash cans.
Chandler and our two old Labradors, Reece and Heidi, have their own room. In the mornings Chandler comes out when I let the dogs out and he goes and hides in my closet. Harrison always goes looking for him. When Harrison was first born, I kept all the animals away from him. As he has gotten bigger, I've let him take on the cat. The cat has put up with him. I was worried that he would scratch or bite Harrison if he got too rough or did something Chan didn't like. Not so as of yet. The boy has dragged, sat on, showed cars too and I'm sure other things I haven't seen and the cat simply tolerates him. He's also pulled his tail and whiskers a time or two.
This morning the boy and the cat were down the hall and Harrison was laughing. He continued laughing and I headed down to see what was up. I use liquid laundry soap and I always throw the measuring cup in the wash and often times it winds up in the dryer and then carried out with the clean clothes. Harrison had found such a cup. He was taking a drink of his milk, through his straw cup, and spitting it in the laundry cup and giving it to the cat. The cat was liking every lick of this new game. I took the cup away as I saw Harrison spit in it and tell me he was drinking it. Then I had to clean up the milk that had been spilled on the carpet. I put the cat back in his room and hope that I don't have a big mess to clean up when I get home. The cat and milk don't mix anymore. I'd already gotten on to Harrison a bit earlier in the morning as he was trying to feed Chandler dry cheerios.
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