I love it when Arturius the cat decides that he still loves me after a session last night where he had his claws trimmed so we could give him a bath as he tried to rip our shirts, followed by drying with a hair dryer. Wake up at 4:30am to deep cat purrs in my ear because he likes my pillow @_@. I love it when he takes over my pillow because that must mean he either loves me or he's secretly planning to kill me and take over.
Hopefully the former.
Hopefully the former.