I’ve got a black cat named Una. She’s been laying about, as per usual. I went in and laid down on my bed for a bit to relax. She’s got a few different relaxing spots in my room but the one she was in when I entered was up on a bookshelf. On the top there’s a pad that reflects heat back that she likes. I went in and pet her a few times, got some mrrps and purrs, and then laid down on the bed. She looked at me for a few seconds and then got up, hopped down, got up to the little hammock that hangs off the headboard a foot away from me, and curled up back to sleep while purring full force.

I see a lot of this type of behavior and still I question whether she loves me… Not sure why. Depression is a bitch, huh?