My cat throws up on my bed at least once a week. She sits on my black trousers and leaves me frantically running around for lint rollers. She sneezes on my face in the middle of the night. But I will never be mad at her.
I have to be honest, my cat is my best friend. Yes, I’m a bit of a crazy cat lady, but I’m okay with that. She drives me absolutely loopy sometimes, keeping me up at night, refusing to eat the food I give her, and stinking out the house, but she’s always going to be an angel to me. Pudding is an old lady now, so she’s been by my side for around sixteen years, if not longer. Throughout that time, she’s been cried on, cuddled, and held close during thousands of panic attacks and hard times, and she’s always there for me.
Sometimes I wonder if animals have an extra sense which tells them when we’re sad. It amazes me how often my cat comes and head butts my hand when I’m not feeling so great, as if she knows I need the pick-me-up. Animals are the ultimate stress reducing tool, providing us with that silent comfort that people can’t seem to offer so easily. Their soft fur feels like a safety blanket when everything feels like it’s getting too much, and stroking them increases our levels of serotonin, helping us to feel calmer and happier. Every time I get upset, I reach for my cat. It’s no wonder that therapy cats and dogs are becoming so popular.
The thing is, you don’t have to explain yourself to an animal, and they don’t need to say anything to you. You can just sit in your quiet company and soothe each other. There’s something really comforting about that.
Yes, she may be sick on my bed, sit on my clothes, and sneeze on my face, but that’s just because she likes to be close to me. She follows me everywhere like a little guardian, and it’s the kind of relationship you can never have with another human being.
So here’s to Pudding, and all the other animals out there, who provide us with the solace we need on a daily basis. Thanks for being there for us.