Oliver

I think our cat might die of old age before he's ever comfortable around our children. It doesn't matter how sweet they are, how much they desperately want to hold him and scratch him and cuddle him, he's just terrified of those kids.

Currently, Garrett is sitting on the floor, perfectly still, trying to get that cat to come to him.

The cat is sitting about three feet away--a huge improvement--eyeing Garrett, ready to spring away if necessary. 

Garrett just crept slowly up to the cat and stuck out his hand. Oliver put his nose to Garrett's finger which is probably the most progress they've ever made in their relationship. Of course, immediately after that, he got up and sauntered away.

Thankfully, we still have a big, dumb, lovable golden retriever who would play with an escaped convict if the situation arose. So Garrett still has a pal, is what I'm saying.