How much you love your cat?

Hello friend, I also love my cats. They are very sweet and cute. I don't love them for only show. I really love them so much. Have a nice day.

I love my cats this much .... oh wait you cant see it. My cats and other pets are like my children. Many say Im crazy and will be that crazy cat lady but they are spoiled rotten, and with the hard lives they have had in the past they deserve to be spoiled now.

I adore my cats too. The little furry beings know how to wrap you around their paws! I have four inside cats, Willy, Khuay, Dinglebeary and Murphy (who is 18 years old this year!!! I couldn't believe that my little girl could live that long, but she is and still going strong!) Each cat has their own way of showing their affections towards me. The greatest joy is that I can wake up at night after having a nightmare and there are four warm furry bodies that are close enough for me to touch and be comforted. Willy has taken it upon himself to be my protector. He is right with me day and night and if he does wander off all I have to do is call and he is at my side in seconds. Khuay is the clown. He always manages to do something to make me laugh. Plus he is insistent that we have love time first thing in the morning. If I am working on the computer he lays on my arms between me and the computer. I finally end up giving up and hugging and loving the little guy. Dinglebeary is a Maine Koon cat. He isn't one of the big Maine Koon cats, the males usually weigh around 18 to 20 pounds and this guy tips the scales at 7. I think it is from the treatment he received as a little kitten. I got him when he was 10 months old and had shown that he had been abused. He's in a happy home now, and each evening we have our love time where Dinglebeary puts his paws around my neck and rubs the top of his head on the bottom of my chin and he purrs like a motor boat in high gear. The rest of the time he is scarce, sleeping in my bedroom either on my bed or in the cat bed on their perch in front of the window. Murphy, like I said, is 18 years old. Her love time is at bed time where she will curl up at the top of my head with her chin resting on my forehead. She purrs me to sleep every night. During the day I will go into my bedroom where she is sleeping and I will pet her, and I do that several times a day. Also I make sure she has a good supply of her favorite treat, canned whipped cream! I get nagged for it first thing in the morning. She sometimes nags for it at night, but not too often. Cats are the best suppliers of unconditional love that I know of. Yes, at times it's on their terms, but true cat people will live with getting loved on their cat's terms. I know it is comforting that I have protectors, nurturers, clowns, and even spoiled brats in my life. I wouldn't give up any of them for all the money in the world!

I love my cats as well, including the strays I take care of. Mine are at times a handful, particularly the youngest one Rin. For her age she is quite small, even smaller than her twin sister. And I say twin because out of five of them, she and her twin looked almost exactly alike minor a few details. Rin is spunky, full of energy, curious, and always getting into something. Because she had been raised around dogs from the time she was born, she sometimes acts like a dog. Smoke her older brother, and one I keep close to my heart is a strange cat who is rarely seen by guests, prefers to come out of hiding when he wants to, adores me when he's in the mood to spread his affection, and to claim me as his property by constantly rubbing against my leg. Not many people can actually pet Smoke without trying to trap him. Kiera I love her despite her finicky behavior. For a Birman cat she certainly doesn't like to be held or petted for very long. She's more of a loner cat than I would have guessed beforehand, though she does enjoy some company here and there. She certainly adored the company of my ex-boyfriend when he visited. Patch, the stray cat I take care of is very affectionate but timid. I began caring for him a year ago when I realized my previous owners had abanandoned him. It took a week to convince him I was going to help him. Ever since then I've been feeding him and another stray cat I dubbed Ginger. Now both of these cats live outside, though I think Ginger has actually found himself an actual home. The reason I think that is because unlike the previous year when he'd wander off, this time he disappears for weeks on end, but when he shows up he's so...clean. And as impossible it is to maintain them (I wish I could afford to keep Smoke from spraying inside the house), and as frustrated as they make me feel when they misbehave or drive the dogs crazy, yep I love them.

I too love my cat... I buy him cat food... I let him sleep on my lap...

Cats are funny animals, many of which maintain them as cute and smart. But unfortunately I was somewhat amused by this animal.