How do You Know if Your Cat Loves You? 6 signs to look for

My cat, who's currently sleeping on my legs, must love me very much. He actually goes on walks with me. I've went around the block walking my dog and my cat would follow behind us. My neighbors' faces are priceless. XD

My cat must love me to death, cause I find it pretty odd that a cat demands to ride around on someone's shoulder wherever they go, and if you put them down, somehow they'll manage to break skin and climb back up and purr their heart out. My cat who demands a shoulder ride, and my other cats who won't stop following me around the neighborhood, does just that. My girl will manage to mope around when I'm down at my dads. Apparently she sits by the door and meows all day until I come home, which then, she claws her way up my leg and onto my shoulder.

my cat will attack me if i pet it too long or not enough hiss at me if she thinks im following her and i truly think she hates me. but for some reason she only sits on my lap unless im not there and if im not she wont allow anyone to pet her. does she love me or does she think she is dominent over us?

i have 3 cats. i have a fully grown cat that is tiny it's so adorable! well she loves to ride on my head and shoulders. i am thinking about taking her to work with me. it is a very cat friendly place and other people have done so before. i am just wondering if it is a good idea. seeing as she loves me to bits. they always bring mice in... i once gave one to her for her dinner. XD

I'm really not sure if my cat trusts me. Ok, this is how it starts. When he was born, he wasn't able to breath because his mom was busy licking the nostrils clean for the other 4. I read about how to do this, so I got a cloth and hastily got all the gunk that was in there.(Not really fun.) I returned him to his mom, Abbey, and let her do the rest of the mothering "stuff." Now, though, I've already been favoring him. When he lost his "rattish" features and grew fur, I was starting to get ideas for his name. My mom always said to not bond with the kittens because she wasn't going to take them in, and they would go to the humane society after they were old enough. I guess I really didn't care about what she said, because I bonded alright! Later, about 4 weeks, his timidness left in boatloads, not leaving one mark left too. While the others, now Ginger, Boots, and Oreo, were in their cardboard refuge, he was out exploring the ins and outs of the house. We lost him so many times, under the wardrobe, under the house, and sometimes he managed to get inside the silverware drawers! I decided to name him then, Sylvester. When he was old enough, I tried bonding with him... I still have his bite marks to this day! When it was time for him to learn to chew solid food, I helped my beloved Abbey by giving lessons to Sylvester and Oreo. It worked. I taught them how to chew properly and to not make a mess, not only that but I taught them how to drink water from a bowl. I don't remmember how, but I remember I went to some messy lengths to do it. Abbey always gave me grateful glances, and I would then, always gently, scratch the back of her ear. I felt like we had a tiny little family. Then came the dreadful time, because of my constant begging my mom let me choose one to bring to Florida with me. It was a hard decision, but for some reason, I had constant hope for Sylvester. He was a nightmare in Florida, always hurting guests and family, badly too. I was glad about one thing though, we were close, and so I wasn't in constant danger as my little sister was. I spoiled him by buying him lots of toys and letting him sleep in my bed, and I insisted that we only by him Science Diet, a 17$ pack of food. Boy was he beautiful too! He had a luxous black coat with white toes and a white nose. He never seemed to really like me though, only when I offered a wool blanket or kitty treats. I loved HIM though, and I never gave up like my family did. Then, we moved to Hinesville, Goergia. By then he was a grown, young adolescent. He made people bleed and cry, which worried me for my familys safety and his safety. I then decided to go goth, maybe to match his mood, who knows why.My room was specialized for him and me only, and I nicknamed him, "My Halloween." Then, my mom put him outside, and now he is an outdoor cat. I went back to my usual green-self and I still remember the times he would meow at my bedroom door all night, or when he would get mad at me and then tip over his water bowl. He is a good cat now, more muscular and tough. He rubs against my legs and sometimes we would go outside and stargaze, but what is love for me and my cat? Why was/am I the only one who sees good in his tiny heart. The real truth is, even if HE doesn't love me, I WILL ALWAYS love him

My cat must be plotting to kill me...she does drive by clawings on me, MUST sleep on my face at all points in time, follows me into the shower, walked up my leg when i come home, HAS to be right next to me 24hrs a day PERIOD. I think she is just trying to figure out my habits and schedule so she can dust me at her own convienience. evil satanic black cat.

whenever i pet my cat a certain amount of time, and i get tired of petting him i stand up, he then meows and grabs ahold of my leg, his claws are in, but i know he doesent want me to leave. so i sit back down and pet him some more... then if i get REALLY tired, i will curl up in a ball and wait for him to get distracted so i can sneak away, but usally he will stand guard and keep brushing against my body. he will eventualy walk away but i just think thats hardcore love. its like he cant get anought of me!

I'm well aware that my cat was affectionate but I didn't realize she loved me so much. She sleeps with me constantly, follows me around everywhere, rubs her head across my knuckles, knees and legs when I'm just about to stroke her. When I go away for school, she sleeps on my bed and when I come home for break, she's the first to greet me at the door and doesn't leave my side. She even acts protective - at the slightest noise or sound when we're alone together, her head perks up and she looks up at me and then towards the source of where the noise came from. She always squints or narrows her eyes at me nad has, at many times, offered me her belly. She loves to have her sides petted and her stomach gently scratched. Thank you so much for the info on the meaning of all these little actions that she does!

I hate when people say that cats can't love their owners. My cat that I've had for about 11 years is the best. Everyone whos ever met him knows how much he loves me.

He follows me everywhere i go, if we're in my room and i leave to go to the bathroom, he follows lol. He always sleeps with me, and not at the foot of my bed, he sleeps right up against me or on my chest(if im on my back). He always licks me as well. if hes outside and he sees me he'll start walking towards me then fall onto the ground and roll onto his back and ill rub his belly and he just lays there and sometimes will lick my hand. He's one of my best friends =))

I know this is an old post (very old), but I wanted to comment on the belly rub. We have one tomcat (Cuddles) who *loves* to have his belly rubbed. He'll roll over on his back, and stretch out as far as he can and purr as loud as possible while his belly is being rubbed. He's also the one that loves to headbutt us (sometimes a little roughly on the nose! :)) He's a very mild mannered cat for the most part, but I always find it interesting how much he seems to want his belly rubbed.

I have a one cat at my home and three at my fiance's and all four have different personalities. Simba, loves to be pet when you get home. But when he has had enough he will leave my lap. Shakira - maine coon) is pushy she wants attention constantly and will meow endlessly until you sit with her and oet her. Roxie her sister only wants attention from me no males allowed and she loves to cuddle with me. And last but not least our acrobat Nahla, she tiny and will wait her turn for attention and when it is her turn she will let u pet anyway you want.
We love all our cats but never though we would have FOUR. We only wanted two.

My cat must really love me. Lol. She follows me into the bathroom and sits on the side of the tub when I'm using the toilet. She will sit right at my feet when I get dressed. She follows me literally everywhere. I went to get a glass of juice the other day and she was sitting in the fridge looking at me. I just love my cat and I think she knows it. Haha. Her kittens have gotten into the routine of following me too. When I leave for work, which is a weird schedule and never the same, I'll come home and she must know it is me because she is sitting right in front of the door when I open it :)

Rocky is the most precious thing in the world. I bought him just after i dropped out of college, on the verge of depression.. I spent my last penny that I had left for the next 2 weeks.. (and i hadn't bought groceries yet..) I didnt want to get a cat, but when i saw his tiny face behind the glass window, i fell in love. Ever since, he has never left my side. Meows when i call him.. ill ask him a question and he will give a little meow back.. He always sleeps either at my feet or at my head (taking the whole pillow, mind you.).. If i'm cuddling with my boyfriend, Rocky will push himself between us. If i ever sleep on the couch, Rocky will make sure he is between my arms, or right next to me. (this happened mostly after college when I was working nights at Tim Horton's) He always gets jealous if i play with the ferret instead of him, and he will find a way to get my attention. I can tell that my cat loves me, and i love him so much back. He's my baby.. If it wasnt for the fur and the 4 legs, i'd swear i gave birth to him myself. He brought so much joy and company in my life before i met James, and he still does.!

Just got my first cat yesterday and was curious about his behavior towards me, specially "kneading" on my chest and belly, rolling on his back in front of me, and "head butting" my face. Now I know better, and understand that he loves me :)