:seeya: my little man has four paws and whiskers and big green eyes that can see into my soul. :cat: Before I make my morning coffee, I cuddle him and coo at him and fill his dish. As you said, he hears over and over from me how much I love him, and how handsome he is. I praise and reward him for carrying my ponytail holders and his other toys around the house, for eating his food, for keeping me company while I study, etc.
I even thank him for supervising me when I get up to pee in the middle of the night, and I mean it with all my heart. When he was sick, I couldnt be still until the vet checked him out and reassured me that he would be just fine. I read books and articles about how i can be a better mom to him and make his life as enriched and pleasant as possible. I believe that this is no more than what he deserves and what I promised to do for him when I adopted him! When my friends tease me by saying, "he's just a cat," I retort, "well, you're 'just' a human, so whatever!"
I have to believe that Relisha got some of this in her life.
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