Ching-ha my siamese cat, her favorite thing is my husband dave. When he comes home at night from work after eating, she has him trained to sit on the floor with his back against the sofa so she can climb up into his arms and put her paws over his shoulder. She expects him to support her feet with the croof of his arm while he reads a book. Come bed time, she drapes herself across his neck. Good thing she has always been a small cat. he calls her "baby" because of her small size and when she sleeps on his neck, she is referred to as his "baby scarf".

My younger female marmalade cat who is semi-feral - her favorite thing on earth sadly was our dog Puppers. We rescued her when she was 3 weeks old and the dog took it upon himself to be her parent. He licked her clean, washed her ears and used to let her sleep on top of his head with her paws wrapped around his muzzle. When she got older, she liked to curl up to his belly. They were such good pals. It's very sad now that Puppers is gone. His kitty kat friend still sleeps on the dog bed and scratches us if we try and move it.

When Puppers was alive, his favorite things making up new dog games, the rules of which only he knew at first and younger female dogs. He was neutered at 5 months of age (cuz he was humping pillows) and never mounted girls but her sure was a ladies man. he had a pack of female admirers at the Dog park and seemed to know just how to play up to the ladies. he liked his girls tough too, Pit bulls, Bloodhounds, terriers and Viszlas.

I miss my dog. he was MY favorite thing after my husband