IdahoRose wrote:
That's a funny thought!
I know my cat loves me. Everyone who comes over to my house comments that I'm her favorite. She always sleeps on my bed with me, and when I wake up she "talks" at me. When I sit outside, she comes up and scrubs on my legs. She lets me use her as a pillow sometimes and has never attacked my head. I'll really miss her when she dies - she's not just my cat, she's my friend.
That is so sweet! My cat does those things, too, minus letting me use him as a pillow! He'd never tolerate that. He follows me around everywhere, though. He even comforts me when I am sick, which is common (I have IBS...), and waits on me. My cat is my friend, too. Cats rock!
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