Adam has an idol. Now that his sister Eva is permanently hiding under the rhododendron, because of the big canine monster, he lacks a feline body to rub against. So he follows old Schmigo wherever he goes.
Schmigo likes the adoration as long as it doesn’t interfere with his pride of place in the pecking order. He will now and then graciously lick Adam’s ear. And smack him the next moment to keep him in his place.
Adam takes it all in his stride. That, apparently, is the price of being a groupie.
He circles his hero, and cuddles him.
He is content.