We used to have a little black cat named Shadow who kept stealing a particular stuffed animal, a cougar or wild cat, from the wife's bed and taking it downstairs to my daughter's room. My daughter called me one day and told me he'd brought it down again and asked if I wanted her to bring it back upstairs. I asked what he'd done with it, and she said, "He put it on a suitcase on my floor and now he's cuddling with it." Of course I didn't have the heart to take it away after that. I said, "No, let him have it."