I must say that I've never had a cat, but many cats have had me.
Wherever I go one (or more) wanders about for a while in a gradually tighter orbit until a claim is finally staked and residence assumed.
They are, for the most part, very kind masters and reward regular petting and feeding (in their own time and own way) with a kind of affection it is hard to find elsewhere.
A friend who runs a cat rescue has a sign on their front door.
Please God let me be the person my cat needs me to be.
I've lived with cats as members in my family for most of my life.
Their affection is unique and when they bond with a person they do understand our emotions and even language.
When I lost a friend to a motorcycle accident, I ended up with a foundling cat hopping in my car window a month after his funeral. And two miles from where he'd crashed and died.
Mystic was with me for 21 years. Before she departed my home to wander away and find her rest in peace,she walked to my car that gave her that first ride. Got on the roof and meowed in a way I'd never heard before.
Then she traveled next door to my neighbors house and hopped up on their tractor and sang again. Because they adored her too.
She was saying goodbye. And I think she was telling us everything she loved about her time with us.
I called her to come home. She looked at me,meowed once,jumped off the tractor and strolled into the trees surrounding the properties. Never to be seen again.
When I've lost family members,shortly after a homeless kitty shows up at my door.
I think of them as Angels. Messengers who help heal us when we lose a part of ourselves,our family, to death. They're sent to fill that void as someone who can be loved and hugged. When our friends or family are not there to receive that affection.
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