When I got a cat, I assumed he’d hate me, hang out in Tev’s room all day (when the door is open) and only need me to feed him and change his litter.
TURNS OUT I WAS SO FUCKING WRONG.
And despite all the bitching I do about my slightly angry old man cat (SURPRISE, HE’S 10, NOT 7), he’s been the best therapy I can think of. Having something that needs you, loves you unconditionally and runs to the door when you get home to greet you is something I truly needed.
He’s practically my shadow and despite his annoying behaviors, he is the first thing to greet me in the morning and usually the last thing I see at night.
I love my fuzzy shithead.
Just going to add this: