Cpt. Stubborn and cat boy

My son has a freaky fascination with cats. I mean, when he sees birds he looks disinterested; when he sees dogs we pass in the street he quietly watches them but slap a cat in front of him and he goes into hyper-overload HYPERION!!!!

SUPER FUNTIME LONG FOR ALL!!

Anyway, my folks have two cats (who are normally like David Copperfield whenever kids are in the house but don't mind the newest addition to the family for some reason) and my boy does his insane laugh whenever he catches sight of them or one looks at him or one licks it's paw. I decided to introduce him to the cats so he wouldn't grow up to be like every kid under the sun and treat them like furry, squeezy toys. The plan was help him pet the cat but initial trials into operation Tufts-of-fur proved problematic when after touching the cat for the first time, he giggled and pulled his arm back like he had just put his finger in the forbidden apple pie that was left on the window sill to cool.

But as stubborn as I was, I didn't leave it there and every weekend I have went back to the cats (Max mostly as he's the most docile of the two) with him. Oh how he loves to get excited when he goes near them, touch them then giggle like a schoolgirl with a crush on Wankstin Timberpuke. And when I took him away from the cat? Well, all hell broke loose and he started moaning something rotten.

Sigh.. looks like daddy'll need to get a cat in the future.