Here’s How You Really Know Your Cat Loves You
The always present question: does your cat actually like you?
Sure there’s the cheek rubbing, the laying on your lap, the purring and the eye winks, but enough about how I show my love; let’s talk about the cat.
The Cat Whisperer
You’ll really get a better idea on how much your cat loves you if you have someone else to compare to. That’s me: I’m the control subject in our home. Sure the cat loves me, in her own way but you should see how she treats the wife. While the cat tolerates me, she adores the wife. Maybe I’d get more love if I quit calling them “The cat” and “The wife”? Anyway, they both still keep me around, and though I’m sure the wife still loves me…the cat, well, let’s just say no one confuses me for the Cat Whisperer.
Some people say when the cat walks between and around your legs while you’re walking she is showing love by wanting to be in contact with you. When she does it while I’m walking down the stairs, I’m not really feeling the love. Most cats love contact with their humans but only on their own terms. If your cat craves contact with you because she loves you, does being attacked count as “love”?
If it wasn’t for you the cat wouldn’t eat and she knows it. That’s why they are so friendly right before you feed them. Remember the old adage, “Don’t bite the hand that feeds you”? Well, it was written by a cat. Okay, maybe not actually written, that would be just silly, but whoever wrote it owned a cat, I guarantee you. Suppertime is also the most likely time the cat will speak to you. By speaking I don’t mean that soft sweet meow the wife gets when she arrives home. No, I would compare it to the difference between that little tap on the horn the car behind you gives when you delay starting from the light and the blaring blast you receive when you cut someone off.
When one person does something with the cat and does not end up with so much as a scratch, yet the next person does the same thing and it’s time for hydrogen peroxide and bandages; then we all know who loves who don’t we? The wife can play all day with our cat without any harm befalling her. My wife calls them “Love Bites,” while I say the cat is just warming up. You just wait, the good stuff is soon to come. Whenever the two of them play they frolic and laugh. I try the same stunts and bleed profusely. I think they have some kind of understanding or mutual attitude about me, but maybe I’m just paranoid.
Who’s Sleeping With Who
Who the cat sleeps on is a great indicator of love. When we go to bed our cat instantly curls up on the wife’s legs. No matter how she bounces or jostles the cat, she rides it out and falls right back into slumber. Once the wife gets up, the cat moves over to me but just one shuffle of my legs and I get a look that could kill. She then rises up, glares at me just like she’s my mother-law, and moves on. It’s a shame because cats have that innate ability to induce sleep in someone they love just by plopping down on them. I sure wish I had that talent, but I’ve tried it before and have the scars to prove it.