I'm really happy that my son William (14) and Diana (cat) have developed such a bond. But seriously!! She was curled up on my lap giving me love when he got home. All he did was shout "Diana!" and POOF the cat was gone. She ran off to bask in backpack straps and Xbox games. It was bad enough that I do not get any hugs from the boy, but now he's showering the cat with snuggles and baby talk. The two of them are forming an anti-mom union. I just know it!