He was a good cat. He really didn't give a fuck.

If you were ever walking downstairs, he would stand between the banisters on the second floor, so as you were walking down the staircase, he would wack you in the head, and you couldn't do shit about it.

It was so insolent and funny. Really let you know where he thought you presided in the household pecking order.

You, you were always the little bitch that went to work to pay for the litter in his catbox.

That's why I like cats. They're honest about how they think of you. And it is a really good pet to have if you need humbling.

A cat will 100% eat your face if you lay dead in your house. A dog will die by your side while protecting your body to his death.

Perhaps we simply have differing opinions on what loyalty is worth.