Growing up, my dad hated cats. He absolutely hated them and no matter how many times I begged for a pet kitten, I was repeatedly turned down and consoled with huge Alaskan Malamute dogs. Three to be exact.
Me with the ferocious Nanuk, the first Husky
Two other dogs followed suit: Yukon and Brutus. From what my parents told me, they quickly purchased Yukon and still believe he was not a purebred, but some kind of wolf mixed with a dog because of his huge size. Yukon only lasted a few years because he bit me in the face, so we purchased another Malamute (this time from a reputable breeder) and my brother cried and cried until he was able to the name the dog. Brutus the Barber Beefcake. (Yep, we watched WWF, can you tell?)
When cats would wander to our house, my dad would let me keep them for a few days in the garage where my mom would make it a bed and I would sit with it for hours. A few days later, the kitten or cat would disappear and my little heart was crushed. (Years later I found out my dad would drop them off at other locations.)
Fast forward to my college years. I was finally able to purchase my own little kitten. Meet Captain Jack.
Such a cute little kitten.
Captain Jack is now a bit older and wiser, living with my parents because of the BF's allergies. My mom and I somehow convinced my dad it would be a great lifestyle change for them instead of taking Jack to the pound (like my dad originally suggested).
What I didn't expect out of all of this was how much my cat-hating dad LOVES this cat. Jack follows my dad everywhere. He comes to my dad when he calls him and Jack will bite my mom. Ever since I bought my dad a camera for Christmas last year, he sends me pictures of the cat doing weird things, such as laying in odd positions, sleeping in funny places or just simply sitting. Lately, Jack has been all about sleeping and laying on shoes, so my dad sent me this video to prove that he is in fact sleeping in his shoes.
It's safe to say Jack has integrated himself into the family and I no longer fear my Dad dropping him off at the pound.
What are the funny things your parents do now that you are an adult? Send funny e-mails or call with random reminders?