Boomer and I are still getting used to each other, I know he likes me and occasionally I think that he might love me, but my RB Ernie embodied what I think of as a cat's love. My parents got Ernie when I was two years old, so we really grew up together. From early on it was clear that I was Ernie's person. It was clear that he liked my whole family, but he loved me. I have so many happy memories of playing with or snuggling with that sweet cat. It's like they know what you're feeling. When I would be sad, he would know. Even if he had been in a dead slumber, if I came into my room feeling sad, he would wake up and come to comfort me. He always knew when I needed a hug or a sweet kiss (kitty lick) If I was upset he would almost seem concerned and snuggle up close to my chin, allowing me to hug him tight or cry into his fur. When I was sick he would be careful not to step on me with his giant chubby self. When I just wanted to be left alone he had a way of just sitting at the foot of my bed watching me that would make everything seem a little better. He knew my routine better than I did and corrected me loudly (he was part siamese) if I strayed from it. He would sleep in bed with me every night. Every now and then he'd dissapear in the middle of the night, but by morning he'd be back snuggling close and purring softly. He even let me join him when he was sunbathing by letting me lay my head on his ample tummy. I don't know if this helps you, but this is what a cat's love means to me. sadly Ernie went off to be at Rainbow Bridge a few days before my wedding this year, thus bringing to a close a tight bond that we shared for 17 years. But it was bittersweet. Almost as if he was saying to me that I have someone else that is going to take care of me now, so his job as my protector is done. Ernie was and still is incredibly special to me.