I love my cat, I smile every morning when I think about getting out of bed to go and see him. Usually he’d sleep at the foot of my bed, but I leave a little heater on for him in the living room, in this weather. He loves to lie in front of it, it costs a fortune. If I’m wearing trousers or jeans, he will often jump up into my lap, and turn to face the right, if he hasn’t already settled in his preferred direction. I’ll put my controller or phone down and just focus on him, stroke him, appreciate his presence, tell him I love him. I pick him up in the kitchen before I feed him and give him a cuddle, I’ve done this ever since I got him so he’d be comfortable with being held and associate it with food. I buy him packets of ham, and treats, and know when he comes up and sits at the side of me looking eager, that he’ll most likely be wanting a brush, which may then have him drooling in pleasure. Sometimes he follows me around the estate at night when I go out for a walk, he stands with me as I play my stupid AR game on my phone, and then trots in front of me on the way back home.
I would say, yeah, get a cat, it’s the best thing I ever did, and I love Jelly to bits, and he makes my life better every single day. I just look at him and I smile. We’ve been buddies for 11 years now, a long time.