"Your cat knows when you're sad and will come to cuddle you". I was sobbing my heart out a few nights ago and she came and scratched me in the face... 😅
My cat does not cuddle me when I’m sad 😂😂 she’s too busy summoning demons to use for her world domination plans, I still love her just from a safe distance.
Me and my wife had a cat (Gomer) that would do that at our first apartment. I don’t think anywhere else we lived after that had those. Out female cat liked stealing her hair ties and losing them under stuff. When we moved we probably found 30 of them under the couch and refrigerator
It is freaking loud!! 😆 I had to buy the door-stoppers for very door to keep them as wide open as possible, hiding those springs behind them 🙈 otherwise he was playing with them at night 🤪
There was two times that I was geniunely crying and so sad.. my cat came up to me meowing and trying to make me look at her and gave me a cuddle. It meant so much to me that I forgot what I was crying about and made it all go away and filled my heart with love..😢❤ I Love her so much
When my dad passed away, my kitty was always following me everywhere home and staying with me at all times, specially when I was crying. Is like he knew what to do in order to comfort me, and he really did 😊❤
Cats are great at picking up on human emotion. Whether they did something to upset you, or you're feeling sad, they like to show affection as a way to say "hey, let's be okay."
After being together for 33 1/2 years my boyfriend died from a stroke after being in long-term care for 18 months. I came home and sat on my bed and just broke down. I had held it together for 18 months but I just lost it. I cried hard for an hour. I was emotionally drained. My two cats both jumped up on my bed and each one nuzzled my legs. I still cried hard for about another 5 minutes. I stopped crying and realized my life would go on and I would be OK. All thanks to my cats. Two solid black American short hairs named Buddy and Blackie. Thanks Guys!
I'm in my early 60's and I couldn't have kids so I decided I would give that love to animals that really needed it. And it seems the word got out because 2 of my cat's literally walked through 2 doggy doors to get into my home. At different times of course, but I get up in the morning and I found one sound asleep on a dining room chair, and the other just walked in and chose not to leave. So I kept them. They were clearly abandoned and strays. My husband gave me a limit that I couldn't have more than 5 animals in our home at any given point in time. I have been so lucky to have had some real characters live with me. Now, I have the cats that belonged to my sister and my brother as they passed away 3 years apart from each other. And I just recently took in an older, abused dog. I decided at my age, I don't want to take in a young animal. Should something happen to me, what happens to them? And I saw that when my siblings passed. It's very hard on animals when their owner's die and simply disappears. They can't understand it. But they actually all get along well. Our biggest issue has been, who gets the best real estate on the bed at night. We all have our assigned spots . One cat cuddles in front of me, the other sleeps on my pillow/head and the dog curls up behind me. And they all stay in their spots......as long as I don't have to get up at 3:00am and go pee. God forbid we disturb the sleeping fur babies. Isn't it amazing how we put ourselves out in order to make sure the kids are all happy? They aren't spoiled. They are dearly loved. My sister and brother are gone, but they knew I would take care of one of the most important things in each of their lives. Their fur babies. There is much comfort in that. Thanks for letting me share it.
One day, I had a crying crisis. I was alone at home. I was locked on my room crying out loud. My cat started calling me and scratching the door. layed on the floor and close to the door, I let him enter. He checked the room and cuddled with me. I wanted to go away and checked my face, he looked impatient, he wanted to go out but waited till I stopped crying. Then he left, but I called him back, and he came back. I cried a lot and was inquiet so he went for.my legs, away from my cringe noisy mouth.when I stopped crying, he finally left.
Rooster goes outside when I leave for work and if I come home and he isn’t at the door I just yell ROOSTER ROOSTERRRR KITTY KITTY and he runs from the woods to the door ❤
