I have mentioned before that Mr P could qualify as an Olympic medal standard snorer, but he insists he is actually "purring".
On one occasion when I was getting particularly irate about it, he had the nerve to respond "I can't help it, I'm a martyr to it!" Oh yes, he's the one suffering..........NOT
Well, not long after we adopted him at the age of two, young Digby decided that he was going to be a "Daddy's boy". He absolutely loves Mr P, gazes up at him adoringly, demands pick up cuddles from him and generally thinks that Mr P is the centre of the universe. (Never mind that it's me who changes the litter tray, makes sure that Digby gets more jelly than meat when dishing out the cat food etc.)
Mr P always mutes the volume on the TV when the advertisement break starts. A while ago he did this as usual, but instead of silence, we could hear a strange noise, something that was hard to describe. Rhythmic, yet slightly hoarse and a bit "groany". After due investigation, we found it was emanating from a comatose Digby, stretched along the back of the far end of the sofa, on his back, legs in the air..............................
No wonder there's such a bond.....................