Kahlua (now Louie) is doing really well, and he is definitely my cat. My mom is home all day and all he will do is lay on my pajamas on my bed until I get home. And when I am home, he at my feet or laying on or next to me at all time. I do think he thinks he is an actual dog, but he does not necessarily like dogs, but he is tolerant of them. And he has no front claws, so when they frustrate him and he whacks them, neither one cares. He purrs like a motor boat, sits at the table when we eat dinner and lets me hold him like a baby. He complains about it, but doesn’t do anything to get out of it.