I had a cat when I was growing up and her name was Tabitha. I named her that so I could call her Tabby for short - obviously, she was a tabby cat or I'd have no reason to be so clever. She lived outside, so I didn't spend much time with her except in summers, but she was the most empathetic cat I've ever known. If I was angry, she knew it and she'd react. If I was happy, she was playful. And if I was sad, she'd crawl right in my lap and cuddle. She just knew when I needed her.
Now we have two cats - Max and Mika - and neither of them have a drop of empathy in their blood. I love them dearly, don't get me wrong, but cuddling happens on their time only. In fact, often when I need them most are the times when I feel they're most distant. Dumb cats. Learn some manners!
All this to say I want an empathetic cat. I want a cat who feels my feelings with me. I want a cat to cuddle with when I need it and to be my friend. Sounds pathetic, eh? Like I'm some old lonely cat lady, hoarding dozens of felines in every room. I can just see them now: cats coming out of the cupboards, living on the shelves, taking over the bed...what a sight!
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