When I was very young the boys living behind us were mistreating their cat, so my mother went over to their mother and said if her children did stop mistreating the cat she would take it. They had gotten a Siamese and no longer cared about the big yellow tom cat - so Fluff cat became ours. He ruled the neighborhood and paid his appreciation by killing rats and then lining them up in the driveway in the middle of the night. (We lived in a new housing development then.) When we moved from Kansas to Washington 6 years later, Fluffy went to live with my grandparents out in Wichita, then moved again. He lived to be 19 even though he was an outdoors cat. He remembered us - whenever I was in Kansas visiting, he would still come and sit on my lap. Let's say he was not a cuddling cat, but he was with me.