When I finally got away from lodging at home and into my own little place, two neighbour's kittens kind of adopted me and a few years later when said neighbours were expecting their own offspring (and Titchpuss sat in the new cot as if it was going to be his new bed), they decided to let the cats take me on as their prime carer (with my then fiance in tow). It's some years since they 'crossed the rainbow bridge' one after the other and you know, I think of them every day and often shed a tear of love and intense grief for their loss even now. As any who care for cats will know very well, they don't *have* to have you around apart from being a human tin-opener if they have tinned food, but if you're there to feed and fuss over them, as well as giving them a place to sleep, they can be incredibly 'knowing' and intelligent companions and actually very 'loving' too. We've survived until recently with neighbours cats coming to visit for a good fuss and attention and sometimes curling up on the sofa for an hour or two before heading off home for tea, but they've all gone now, either passed on or moved away and we're bereft, even my dog-person wife, who was the Royal Tummy and Paw warmer for Titch years back and more recently the Royal Ear Warmer for Mungo who lived next door for fifteen years and who visited us most days to 'check over his manor.' While our current lives are in something of a turmoil, we can't afford to have a feline friend here to live with us, but one day, I hope we can provide a loving home to a black 'panfur' if possible ('my' two were tabbies and one was my soul brother and the other the 'baby' in the family along with our son at the time (well, our son will always be our 'baby' but parents here of grown up offspring will know what I'm saying...).