When I met Mike, he had a cat named Oberon. This cat had shown up on outside his apartment some years earlier and Mike took him in. Obe is very emotionally fragile - he does not trust easily. So, a screeching, unpredictable, miniature human does fit well into his world. But he is amazingly patient with Mo.
This is the cat that bit my nephew and my niece when they were minature, screeching and unpredictable. Yet somehow he just knows that Mo is part of our family, our village, our team, and he lets her get away with things he would never tolerate from someone outside that circle.
It started before she was even born. When I was pregnant, Oberon used to curl up around my belly and snuggle with the baby.
During my maternity leave, it was often just the three of us at home - me, Mo and Obe - and we could be found spending our days like this:
He was very interested in her from the beginning, and things were much easier for him when she was a mostly motionless blob who slept a lot.
Then she started to notice and acknowledge him, and he was even more curious.
But then she became mobile, and she really found her voice. Now she chases him around squealing with glee while Obe runs from room to room trying to escape her. He tries to relax on the couch, but she finds him and screeches and laughs and tries to grab his tail or fur.
That's not a great picture to depict how she inadvertantly torments him, but Oberon's face usually looks like this:
Yet he never ever makes a move toward her. He never hisses or growls or swats. He just tolerates. Hopefully someday he'll learn to trust her (and she'll learn to pet him instead of grab at his fur), and he'll cuddle with her the way he did when she was in my belly.
Oh, one more thing. Mo LOVES to play in Obe's water and eat his food.
But don't worry, she shares her food with him too.