We're practically lovers now.

I have friends who laugh at how much I love being with Bella. She's my ibuprofen, who takes my pains away and helps me sleep. When she lays beside me, it's impossible to get up because the coziness weighs me down like a big, thick down blanket. She's gotten so used to the attention that I lavish upon her and even seems to crave them.

It's kind of sick because I wonder if this just isn't another version of Stockholm Syndrome. I mean, she didn't like the attention before but I kept "forcing" this love on her - by means of hugs, kisses and lots of petting - and, now, she craves it. I mean, she did NOT want anything to do with me on Day One and she probably started being sweet to me since I'm the one who feeds her and changes her litter, right? Am I an evil captor? My boyfriend reassures me that it's not S.S. when I didn't kidnap her or anything, haha.

Well, what I have given her is a cushy, well-fed and well-loved life away from homelessness, shelters, pounds and outside dangers. Still, I often feel like I could do better as a cat's mommy. That's right. I'm not a cat "owner". I'm her mommy :)

Ah, it tickles me tummy when she jumps on the bed and settles down against me, tucking in one paw and then the other, as she makes that gentle rustling sound that cats make when they "snuggle in". You guys know that sound. Lately, she's taken to laying in front of me so I can lavish all the attention she needs on her. One moment, my back is facing her, but she'll sometimes climb over to the front so I can pet her.

How can people not like cats? I just don't understand.

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