cberg wrote:
Rexi wrote:
martianprincess wrote:
KT67 wrote:
f**k it.
I don't need human love.
I just need love from someone who I need to earn it off. Someone who doesn't feel the need to love me & who doesn't just love everyone.
I have one cat who scratches everyone but me. One dog who barks at everyone but me & one other person.
That's enough for me.
I got home early this morning from being away all night. I walked in the door and although it was dark, I could hear my cat on the other side of my door before I opened it. He was meowing, waiting for me. He waits for me every day while I'm at work. He loves me unconditionally. I lost him for a month and I was distraught. I had never been so happy when he was found. I missed him so much.
I never realized how important having an animal was for my mental health. He's my bff. I never thought I was an animal person, but having a cat has changed my mind. It really has helped me a lot.
Pet cuddles is one of the few recipes to happiness. Literally, they make you release the happiness hormone probably without drawbacks.
My cat lives with my dad since I got her almost a decade ago & I couldn't make her an indoor cat along with my roommate's cat(s). My friends found her in our college town in some trashy alley as a kitten & I got her when my other best friend's apartment was one cat only. She is all about the mice & very much still adopted but that cat is awesome, we haven't seen a mouse there in ages.
My best friend eats like a snake.
Sounds like he found his purpose in life.
My cat was feral too, was full of fleas, gave him away to a lady with a yard but he would go around and bring female cats over to share his food with them. Smart and big hearted, right? One day he never came back, he probably got a wife and a family, hehe
Anyway the time I had it, hed jump around the house on walls even at night super fast defying gravity like he was spiderman. Once he woke me up jumping straight on my throat at night with his claws. No matter how much id play with him and wear him out it was never enough. It didn't help my mom kept interfering with his diet. Hed also attack our ankles and scratch them with his back legs until he'd draw blood. That precious devil!
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