Because he was raised by Udo, Stan basically thinks he’s a dog. He patrols the perimeter, keeps watch on the neighborhood, and guards all of us. I’ve mentioned before how he growls when someone approaches the house. Being the awesome cat that he is, he also guards his little brother.
Oscar took a brief break from rampaging to get in a lap snug while Stan was already in his usual spot on my shins. Stan watched over him and gave me the stinkeye for moving too much. The brotherly love is real.