I came across this in an old New Yorker and wondered whether Mookie would find the description familiar.
I am an only child. And when you are an only child you have an unusual relationship with your parents. There are only the three of you, and you come to rely on one another for company as much as for anything else. You spend a lot of time travelling together, going to movies together, and watching public television together, with your dinner in your lap. Your mother and father are not so much your parents as they are your weird, older roommates. Or, better, a pair of older cats who wander in and out of the rooms of your house. They silently judge you, but they can’t stop you from whatever it is you’re going to do. (John Hodgman, “‘Downton Abbey’ With Cats,” 1/13/14 issue, page 29)
A pair of older cats. That sounds about right.