Why everyone writes about cats, they are admired...although they are arrogant and full of humility creatures.
There was an unpleasant period in my life: I completed my diploma, there were problems with money and work, I quarreled with my parents... And I often cried about all this. And when I was crying, my cat was coming to me, kneeling, shaking and licking out his hands. No, there were no tears on my hands, so this revenge will not go. And in cat feeding "bad energy" I also don’t believe.
In my childhood, I was nursed by a cat. When I was born, my parents rented a small room in a wooden house (in the USSR, apartments were not bought, but given at the enterprise - 10-12 years after work), all the amenities in the yard, the kitchen in the woods, and washed in the summer there. I was born in the early summer, and when my mom left me sleeping in the room and went to wash/cook, the cat sleeping next to me when I woke up ran and called my mom. Not only ran out on the street from the snoring baby, but came to his mother and called after him. It's a pity that I don't remember him - the cat was 15 years old when I was born, and a couple of years later he died.
(Now the owner of two intelligent cats)