Felix, our bright orange fluffy cat, had never been loud. He meowed when he was hungry, and purred quietly when he was being petted, and hissed when he got scared or angry, but either than that he didn't really make much noise.
He liked to follow me around the kitchen, silently begging for attention. Felix loved attention and often would jump into our laps, disturbing whatever we were doing.
I thought he was pretty cute, but she loved him, and it was clear he liked her most. If we were sitting next to each other on the couch, he would sit in her lap, at night he snuggled up against her chest. He hardly ever purred for me, but he always purred when she petted him. Sometimes he would bite me when I tried to pet him, but he never bit her.
I was kind of annoyed at him for choosing her as his favourite, but cats are just like that.
A work thing came up where she had to leave on a trip for a week. I was okay with it, knowing that she had to go as it was for work.
Felix reluctantly slept beside me the whole week, seeking a lot more attention from me the entire week, seeing as she wasn't there.
At the end of the week, I picked her up from the airport, telling her how much her cat missed her. But when we returned home, Felix was nowhere to be seen, hiding somewhere deep within our house.
We settled down into our bed for the night, Felix appeared jumping on the bed with a meow.
"My baby." She called to him, coxing him over by patting the bed.
He snuggled up to her side, kneading the bed and doing a few circles. Getting himself comfortable.
When he plopped down, she started petting him, the loudest purring you have ever heard radiated from his body.
"Oh my." I laughed, scratching his ear as she continued to pet him, laughing alongside me. "Someone missed Mommy, didn't they?"
She just laughed, showering his fluffy head with kisses. "I missed you too," she whispered to him. "He missed me." She said turning to me, looking like she couldn't believe that the cat actually loved her.
"Of course he did. I don't pet him good enough."
"He loves you too."
"He tolerates me because I give him attention."
"That's not true."
"We both know he likes you more."
She didn't say anything as she petted his head.
"The next one will like you more."
"We're getting another one?" I asked, my eyebrow raised in curiosity.
"Possibly."
"God, I can barely handle one."
"Felix could use a friend. He wouldn't get so lonely next time I leave."
"Maybe." I knew how much she wanted another cat, even if it wasn't something I really wanted.
She smiled happily at me.
"You know who else really missed you," I asked, teasingly
"Hmmm, I don't know. There's no one else in the house."
I stabbed her sharply on her side, and she giggled.
"I missed you too." She whispered against my lips.
"But not as much as I missed my fluffy baby." She pulled the cat up to the pillows kissing its head.
I just rolled my eyes, scratching its ears as he continued to purr as loud as a motorboat.
