I am a cat person. I am a dog person too, except for the fact I don't have one......yet. If I worked in town and didn't travel, I'd be a dog and cat person, in the same house. Rick Santorum would have a cow.
Sophie sleeps next to me, because 710 won't tolerate having a 13 pound cat move a not so much 13 pound man around the bed. I, on the other hand, feel that she should be more comfortable than myself and accommodate her even in slumber - hers and mine.
Like me, Sophie is a freeze baby. She likes her warmth, be it lying in the sun or against a radiator. Or against her dad (me) in the middle of the night. I know it's close to winter when she sleeps between my legs to keep warm. Mind you, this is on top of the covers. You'd all laugh at the gymnastics I do if I have to roll over, which means changing leg positions, so I don't disturb her.
Or at 04:30, like clock work, she comes up and sleeps on the left side of my upper torso. If I have to get out of bed, do I move her? Nooooooooo......... I scoot up to my pillows and swing my legs out so not move her an inch.
And before she settles down (again) at that 04:30 time, she comes up for a kiss.
Oh yes, Sophie knows from kisses. She was taught at a very young age that a kiss means love. None of this has escaped me - that it is all conditioned responses. Unfortunately, it is me to her, not the other way around. I'm a sap.
Case in point - I had her in my office the other day and she was a little frantic for a bit, but you can see how she makes me love her. MAKES me. 14 seconds says it all.
Yes, I am a sap. But I'm her sap.
Song by: Aimee Mann