Peter loves the cat.
Nearly to death.
Don't worry, I intervene before any real harm is done.
Oh, no, cat got away--gotta catch up and sit on him again.
Like any cat, Pilchard has his moments. Pretty much don't mess with him if he's hungry. He used to corner unsuspecting children in our old basement to try and convince them to dump a cup of food in his bowl. Pilchard has an unusual tolerance for the baby and toddler set. Willing to put up with tail pullings, slobbery kisses, being sat on, and even once being run over by the tricycle (Patrick did that one). Once you are old enough to know better, all bets are off. Pilchard has been with us for 11 years now and has become quite the icon in our household.
And, I promise, no cats were harmed in the making of these photos. And Peter was told to be nice to the kitty. To which he said "Sowwy" and gave Pilchard a big ol' lay-on-him kinda hug.