whenever people say they dont like cats because they dont happily greet you at the door i give them the stinkiest eye
i’ve never owned a cat, but most of the ones i’d seen were little royal snobs who wanted to be worshiped. i had a change of heart when i helped cat sit back in my first year of grad school. i had to check in once a day with this house cat whose owners left for a week on vacation. i helped feed him and changed out the litter box when it was getting to that time.
before the owners left, he’d ignore any other human besides them and pretty much avoid direct physical contact. as soon as they were gone, each progressing day, it became clear this cat missed human contact and would try to block the door so i couldn’t leave. he’d greet me, ask me to pet him, sit on my lap, brush up against me, groom my hair, and when he was finally secure that i was going to spend some time with him, he’d run around frantically having fun and just being a cat.
when his owners finally returned he was indignant to them for almost a month. like some deep betrayal. but he never forgot the nice person who helped him when he was lonely and i never forgot the first time it became clear that a cat actually missed me and wanted me to stay and be happy.