Mom told me this story recently ~ When she was a very little girl, her favorite stuffed animal was a leopard she named Leopold. Mom had a difficult childhood, and Leopold was the closest thing to softness and nurturence that she had in her young life.
I think she just got that I am Leopold, in the flesh so to speak. Yeah, I'm a tiger not a leopard, but calling me a tiger cat is really a misnomer because my stripes and spots have me looking more like an ocelot or a leopard than a tiger.
So here I am, the love of my mom's life. We're together all the time and we nurture each other. Both of us think the reason for our respective lives is to be here for each other, to take care of each other, to give and receive unconditional love. We're both mighty grateful to have one another.