I once had cats. Three of them.

One of them was named "Tassel". He was a gray tabby, had long whiskers and a sleek build. My best friend at the time! He was a dear. We live countryside and are surrounded by fields. In April they are terribly muddy. I was 9 at the time, spending all my time outdoors and I decided to cross the fields.

Well, of course I got stuck and could not move anywhere. My dad's hearing is a bit poor. He used to work at some noisy place before he retired. He couldn't hear my cries for help. The only one who heard me was Tassel. He came to me and kept walking around me and meowing constantly.

Obviously he was distressed by my distress and wanted to help me but didn't know what to do. Eventually my dad found us, and carried me home. We had to leave my boots there, though.

That isn't the point though. It's just that I've never heard of a cat attempting to save their guardian.

An another funny thing was when we had a beagle, also a dear, like all animals, but to me he was especially dear, old cheeky chap. I was probably 13 or 14 (6, 5 years ago) and complained that I was hungry and wanted rye bread.

Maximillian, our beagle, was let out, and when he came back, he was carrying rye bread. Nobody knows, even to this day, where he got it.

Just a few funny stories I recall. Animals are precious =)