The cat is a superhero! My son is 7 months. My mom was allowed to rest from our male company in a beauty salon and go shopping. And suddenly the baby fell in hysteria (I think it was raining), nothing could reassure him. My papal patience came to an end and I felt completely helpless. Then came the cat. The most common strip, taken three years ago in the village. He lay down next to the child, knocking him a couple of times with his head. The child grabbed into the warm wool side and calmed down. I sincerely thanked the cat! He had a solid piece of meat for dinner today.