I have a confession to make… a am… a cat lady. I come home and there’s a cat waiting far me at the door, I sit down and there’s a cat at my head and one on my lap. This “little” guy is constantly crying if I’m not paying attention to him. Who needs kids when you have needy cats?
Also, this helps with the occasional loneliness, because he’ll cuddle up with me on the couch.
Yea… no one can love me the way that my cats can! No one. 😉