Three years ago I went on vacation to Spain with my mother and my brother, and at our house there was cat that visited us every day, sometimes even at night. Probably a neighbor's cat or a stray cat that figured it could get free treats and cuddles from tourists. It had truly gigantic feet, so we named her Bigfoot. She was the most gentle, most good-natured cat I ever met, even my cat-hating mother liked her. I wonder how she is doing now, if she is still alive.
Anyways, what I'm getting at is that for my next birthday, my mother got me a cat plushie that looks pretty much exactly like this cat. I took it from my bookshelf after reading this post, and it is sitting on my lap now. Luckily I live with a real cat now, but it is still comforting to have this one.