At first I was afraid of my Daddy. He was big and he kind of reminded me of the Bad Man that dropped me off when I was going to have kittens, in the Corner Woods, where Momma found me. He spoke soflly to me for many days, but I still ran. Then...........he started to PLAY with me! He had a bookmark with a tassle on it, and he would spend hours moving it around and I would bat it and pull on it, and he would laugh, and I knew, then, he was a good man. He is my play buddy now. I sit behind him on the couch and touch his ear so he knows I am there and in a "playing mood." I pulled the tassle off, so Momma bought me a fev-ver on a stick! It is the bestest toy ever. Daddy calls me his "play cat." I can tell, he loves me, too!