(My very first cat--we were born in the same year--was a Siamese cat called Snoopy. I loved him with all my heart. He behaved like a dog, I could dress him in baby clothes and he would happily lie in my dolls pram as I pushed him around to my friends house. (along state highway one
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He would sit on my knee on car trips and if we were on holiday, he'd come with us... we'd tie his leash to the clothesline for a few minutes so he could safely scope out the area, and then let him off and he would stick to us like glue.
When he was a kitten, mum would lay him across the top of my pram when she took me out to the shops... or anywhere really and he would just stay there.
Snoopy had to be put down in our twelfth year because he had throat cancer, he was an awesome cat and I struggled so badly letting him go.)