I was in high school and my sister had two cats. She and her husband were planning a vacation and asked me to cat-sit for them. They brought the cats to our house. I was taking a summer school class and every afternoon when I got home from school, I would settle in to do the homework and her calico cat would sit next to me, which I loved! Her meezer mix was so afraid, he hid under the sofa all day and then at night he meowed sooo loud, sweet boy... so I went downstairs to be with him. He went back under the sofa and I slept on it so he wouldn't be alone. He was a one-person cat, and my sister was his person. He followed her everywhere. Somewhere I have pictures of him greeting her with head bumpies and lovies when they came to get the cats after their trip.