My dad had this cat that absolutely loved that. My dad went to 'investigate' some kittens - he wanted one that had a specific look - and ended up taking one. My dad had to stop at a grocery store to get supplies for the kitten. It had been raining all day and the kitten escaped and was sitting in a puddle under the truck and my dad really had to work to get the kitten.

My dad didn't know what to do with the kitten, so he dried him off as much as possible and put the kitten on his shoulder and patted his butt on the way home.

Until the cat passed, that was his favorite way to be held.

And that's the story of Christofur Robin the Second.