Our boy cat has completely adopted Atti. They always have tummy time together, Lobo sniffs out any new therapist that comes by the house, when Atti’s crying Lobo comes running.
And big fat Lobo is always around when it’s feeding time.
Like a lot of preemies, Atti has some digestive issues. The other night his stomach was hurting him badly so we brought him into our bed to try to soothe him. Nothing we did worked, he was in pain and just couldn’t be comforted. So then Lobo hopped on the bed, laid himself down on Atti’s legs with his front paws extended onto his belly, and started kneading. It was the only thing that got Atti to feel better long enough to go to sleep.
The therapists call him the therapy cat. I’ll hold Lobo in front of Atti whenever we’re trying to get him to scoot or reach and Lobo will almost always just sit and take it.
Of course, sometimes he gets sick of it just like any other big brother.