He stumbled onto a funny story, as a cat rushed to the robber protecting the mistress, thereby showing that not only dogs are capable of deep devotional feelings. And I remembered my own beast, of a noble breed, the Siberian courtyard, who lived with me for 19 years and rested in the bosom five years ago, but managed to become so close friends with his daughter that at one time he caused the child more confidence than I did.
From the first month, as he took his daughter from the nursery, he was constantly trembling near the baby bed, silently endured all the crushing and crushing for different parts of the carcass. When the daughter was capricious at night, he was sitting next to him and whispering, whispering like a tripping tractor. As a result, when the daughter just started walking, in a year and two months, there was an incident that determined who of us with the cat, the more trusted person :)
My wife went to the store, I walked in the kitchen, with the cat waiting nearby, and the daughter played peacefully on the floor in the room, but apparently bored and decided to visit us. She reached the wall to the kitchen and lost her support. We and the cat froze, thinking what to do - to throw the burned bowl and run away, or it will happen, and the daughter shrinking gathered with the forces for a powerful rift, as it is usually in children and happens, we must first realize the depth of the tragedy, then find a trusted person who will rush to comfort, and only then to rage from the soul. I stood there for a moment, looking at the cat, then at me. To him, to me. Then I went and hugged the cat :)