My beloved cat of 13 years died in the night last Friday. There is no doubt in my mind that she loved me, or else at least greeted me when I came home, greatly enjoyed snuggling with me and preferred me over anyone else.
Our younger cat was always kind of a dick to her, and often to us. He barely slept at night, running around like mad instead. But with the older cat gone and my wife out of town, he’ s been really vocal when I come home, demands a lot of petting, and spends the night trying to sleep on my chest, and when I roll over, sleeping at my feet instead.
