Are you a Cat Person?
My first cat circa 1940, was a female domestic kitten that I named Toby. I sometimes called her Hoots. She followed me on most of my paper route, but being a weak unfed, stray kitten, she played out. I hated to leave her there stranded, and let her hop into my news-paper carrying sack, and she rode there, contentedly, the rest of the way home. Later, she and a neighborhood Tom cat, became friends, and Toby presented our family with two kittens, that I named one De- De, and the other Posy, as she slept in a neighbor's flower urn.
I haven't tried to make friends with cats, but I seem to attract them, even ones that were known for their animosity toward strangers. Owners of a few of that type, gave me strict warnings, not to try to touch, or try to make friends with their fierce, hatful cats, but in minutes some of those cats were on my lap, purring. A couple of those cat owners claimed that even their spouses 'couldn't touch their cats, and never had a stranger. That I was able to, has never been explained to me.
A next-door neighbor couple, used to bring their Cat, on their daily visit, to our house. That cat was a large, Tom, Main Coon Cat, that I nicknamed Garfield. He delighted in his visit. Garfield brought his wild game catches to our doorstep to share with my wife and I, rather than to share with his owners. Why?
I've observed some amazing shows of intelligence, humor, loyalty, and love, shown by domestic felines.
I'll qualify myself as a Cat Person, although I haven't owned one for many years, since my last cat was killed by a nasty, careless neighbor, that was also a poor marksman.
Please pardon my long-winded story of the cats, that I have associated with. They mean, a lot, to me.