Imagine a really comfy, soft, squishy pillow that when you put your face on it, it just feels amazing. Like a stuffed animal. Now imagine that the pillow purrs, and snuggles, and looks at you lovingly all the time. Now imagine that pillow will probably love you, but doesn’t just give their love away to every Tom, Dick, and Harry who so much as smiles in their direction, much less pets them or feeds them, but rather says “Hey, you should give me a reason to love you, probably by being lovable and awesome.” And now imagine that this pillow is a living being, who’s sad when you leave for work in the morning, and happy when you get home and night, and bugs you to go to bed because they just can’t stand not snuggling and cuddling with you any longer. They don’t care if you look like crap, are having a bad hair day, haven’t showered yet, totally blew up inappropriately at your boss, wrote a bad check, and stood your girlfriend up again. They just want cuddle. They never scream at you how they “hate you” when you won’t let them get a cell phone, or decide to sulk for a decade straight. They don’t talk!
Ok, yes, you do have to clean up their litter box. But, you also have to clean up after a dog (if you’re responsible, and don’t just let your dog take a dump in the neighbor’s iris garden and then run away), and you have to change a child’s diapers. But you do this because it’s such a small price to pay for unconditional love.
There’s a whole political debate – dogs vs cats. Some people hate how independent cats are. I like it; I think it makes them fully autonomous beings who wouldn’t dream of an unhealthy, codependent relationship, and yet are fully capable of loving another being, thus becoming the sought-after ‘interdependent’.
My cats love just being near me, which I take as a sign of love. I’ve got one on the couch to my right, about 2 feet away from me. Another one is on the chair behind me, and the last one just curled on on top of my desk, her bum right against the arch of my foot. My littlest one doesn’t cuddle as much, but rather prefers to be 1–5 feet away from me at all times, sleeping at the foot of the bed, waking up and following me to the bathroom when I get up to pee at 3am, then following me back to bed. It’s kinda like marriage – everything is slightly better when you’re near me.