1. He gives actual hugs.
   Not “cat-style affection.” Not a polite leg rub. I mean full-on, arms-around-my-neck, genuine hugs—every. single. day. It is adorable and sometimes the BEST part of my day.

He runs to me like I’m the main character.
I can be in the middle of a meltdown or just opening a can of soda, and here he comes—flying in from another room like, “My human needs me!”

He’s got emotional radar.
Somehow, he knows the difference between “I stubbed my toe” and “life is lifing too hard right now.” That’s when he turns on maximum purr mode.

Therapy sessions are 100% confidential.
He’s heard every rant, every ugly cry, and not once has he told a soul. Best therapist I’ve ever had. Cheap too, works off lovies

He reminds me that love doesn’t have to be complicated.
He doesn’t need words, money, or plans—just a lap, a snuggle, and maybe a treat afterward. (Boundaries are important.)

He’s the king of comfort.
Heating pads? Overrated. Weighted blankets? Optional. Warm, vibrating cat on your shoulder? Perfect.

He makes me believe in the healing power of small moments.
Every time he chooses me—out of the whole house—to snuggle, it feels like the universe reminding me that I’m worth comfort, too. Til next time gang, take care of yourselves, and each other.