Cassy and I would go out into the back garden most evenings. A couple times an hour he would glance up while traversing the lawn or whatever and his whiskers would wiggle and he'd get an "Oh, hey, it's YOU" look on his face and tear across the lawn to get me, barreling over flower pots, etc. and give me a little purring greeting and accept some lovies before he went back about his business...

The thing that dumbfounds me are some idiot humans I know who say that cats don't exhibit love. It's profoundly sad...