The Boat and The Goat

Clarence the Cat is a rather large feline vessel, therefore he was nicknamed "the Boat" some years ago by a friend who loves him as much as I do.

Out of all of our cats, The Boat has succumbed to a strongly developing interest in The Bean.

Either he has figured out that he needs to sit near her in order to lick scraps of attention that both Handsome and I beam her way, or it could be that he likes her attention alone.

If it is her adoration that he is lapping up, then my old black cat now enjoys the screeching and banging of spoons that build whenever The Bean spots him.

He also must enjoy the way that she manuevers her "car" (walker) to get as close as the plastic barriers will allow, and then digs her hands into his fur or yanks his tail, her mouth as wide as it can possibly stretch revealing her utter amazement that he doesn't sprint away.

For all this mutual affection they have been sharing, The Bean said her first words outside of the Mama/Dada realm.

She called The Boat "Goat".
She also decided to also say "Cat" on the same day.