Two years ago the third and final of our longterm pets died, and for the first time in a very long time we were petless. For the first time possibly ever I got to pick the replacements. I chose Ragdoll cats because of their beautiful blue eyes, large size, and purported gentle demeanor. Here's a pic of them (Max and Mia) taken last year:
Mia (on the right) forgets the 'gentle demeanor' part every time she hears Caleb come in the house. She scoots all 15 pounds of herself up inside the back of John's recliner. Max, on the other hand, is at the boy's mercy unless I safely lock him (Max) in the laundry room. The best hiding place Max can think of is up on the kitchen counter, slightly behind the microwave. It's pathetic, really. Needless to say, Caleb spends a lot of time crammed up under the cabinets holding the cat just tight enough that he can't get away. Poor Max. He goes totally limp and looks forlornly off in the distance, as if playing dead will make the boy stop. Too bad he can't figure out a swift scratch or two would stop all this nonsense, but I don't think he ever will.