I have 4 cats. 1@15 yr old Black long haired grumpy old (explitive omitted) who doesnt believe anything you might be doing sitting down, constitutes being too busy to pet the kitty. 1 4 yr old Calico name Trouble(name well earned). 1 grey 4mo tabby kitten(wife wanted it) named grace, but should have been named DEMON, She's a 4footed furry terrorist, constantly into stuff. and 1 3 yr old black/white Tomcat(garfield), who is a 18lbs kitten. Garfield is one of Trouble's kittens. When my youngest stepson came to live with us, he had nothing. He came with a backpack of clothes that didnt fit, and a small bag of toys he didnt like(he was 9 at the time). He latched onto garfield who wasnt even on solid food yet and wouldnt let him go. I didnt have it in me to tell him no.
I love cats. They do the goofiest things, they are affectionate, quiet(usually), and clean. And 2 of our 4 get a great kick out of watching my fish. Trouble has her own table beside my aquarium, just so she can watch em. she even jumps at the glass, not realizing for the 811th time, that she cant touch em, and they dont really wana come out and play. My wife just called a few min ago, telling me that Grace(the tabby kitten) was on the back of the couch, Jumping strait up 4+ Feet to play with the knob/chains on the ceiling fan. WTF who cant like cats. I cracked up just picturing it.