With me not being maternal, my cats are my furry babies. I'm so glad I adopted them both as I appreciate the company. My youngest, Star, is a small British shorthair and she spends her time with me whenever I'm in the house. She follows me round supervising and "helping" with whatever I'm doing and I'd be lost without her company. She talks to me so much that I'm convinced she must have some Siamese in her family somewhere.
My older one is called Newton and he's only affectionate when he wants something. He is a large grey shorthair. They are like chalk & cheese and Newton merely tolerates Star, but I love them both and am glad for their support during my weight loss and low days even if they do not realise they are giving it.
Anyone else out there feel like this about their animals?