Father Meets Cat
From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Me and My Cat
By Harriet Cooper

A little drowsing cat is an image of perfect beatitude.
~Jules Champfleury

My father hated cats. Or so he told us when my sister and I begged for one when we were kids. If we persisted, he catalogued all their bad traits. Cats were lazy. Cats ripped furniture. Cats required too much care. The list went on and on.

After I graduated from the university, I moved to another city. As soon as I unpacked, I headed to the local humane society and adopted a black and brown striped tabby named Tiger. My father harrumphed at the news and predicted a dire end for all my furniture. Tiger must have overheard the conversation because she set out to prove him right. (Keep reading)