idk, cats are really sweet if you understand how they show affection. Though on this particular note, my grumpy old man of a cat taught himself to basically be an anxiety/panic attack service animal. He started doing it years ago when I was really struggling with anxiety and depression. But now if he hears someone, even one of the little kids crying or even gets the vibe one of us in the house is about to have an anxiety/panic attack he will come up to us, rub up on us, and start trying to like burrow his way into whatever ball we’re curled up in to get into our faces and try to get us to pet him. Then he’ll just sit there demanding pets from us until whatever attack we are having subsides and he’ll trot off.
Little goofball would even guard the twins swings. The second one of the swings stopped or one of them started crying he’d run over and meow at one of us and lead us to the problem. And oh the beating he gave to one of the other cats the one time he dared to hiss at one of those babies for crying. I hadn’t even had the chance to stand up yet and that old man practically flew across the room and have 7 or 8 loud paw slaps to the offender’s face and the most threatening yowl I’d ever heard come out of him. The other cat was fine too, no serious harm to anything but his pride. It was very much a “WTF are you doing? Those are babies! GTFO before I really hurt you,” kind of thing.
idk, cats are really sweet if you understand how they show affection. Though on this particular note, my grumpy old man of a cat taught himself to basically be an anxiety/panic attack service animal. He started doing it years ago when I was really struggling with anxiety and depression. But now if he hears someone, even one of the little kids crying or even gets the vibe one of us in the house is about to have an anxiety/panic attack he will come up to us, rub up on us, and start trying to like burrow his way into whatever ball we’re curled up in to get into our faces and try to get us to pet him. Then he’ll just sit there demanding pets from us until whatever attack we are having subsides and he’ll trot off.
Little goofball would even guard the twins swings. The second one of the swings stopped or one of them started crying he’d run over and meow at one of us and lead us to the problem. And oh the beating he gave to one of the other cats the one time he dared to hiss at one of those babies for crying. I hadn’t even had the chance to stand up yet and that old man practically flew across the room and have 7 or 8 loud paw slaps to the offender’s face and the most threatening yowl I’d ever heard come out of him. The other cat was fine too, no serious harm to anything but his pride. It was very much a “WTF are you doing? Those are babies! GTFO before I really hurt you,” kind of thing.