Sometimes I look at Cassie when she comes to me for petting, or gives her little meow when she knows I am getting her food ready. And I wonder, why does this cat show me affection? Whatever did she see when we met that day at the shelter? I feed her, I give her a clean litter box, and a place that's warm and safe. I pet her and give her toys to play with, and more hugs and snuggles than she probably wants. What does this cat see in me ? How she has changed me - when I am away from home I know that she is there, and when I walk in the door she will be happy to see me, and after I feed her and take care of her cat box, she will reward me with the comfort of her companionship. To be wanted when I have felt depressed and unlovable. That is a very nice thing to have in life.