Grey the cat just walked in to see me. I was stuck on the toilet, after having just gotten out of bed, so it's not like I went into the living room to wake him up or get his attention. I don't even think he heard me get up. But he came in, paused for a second, then padded over to me and bumped his forehead against my leg. I put my hand down and he nuzzles against it, and rubs his cheek along my hand over and over.

He clearly likes me. Without saying a word.

Unlike people, who dislike me too quickly. :P
Sinjintiger Sinjintiger
41-45, M
1 Response Sep 12, 2013

I had a car called Macrel on the 5th floor pent-house flat in Kennington in south east London and she was exactly as you describe yours