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Screw the daddy issues. I'm man enough, right there.
Nah. Dogs and cats are just different.
I have two young dogs. They're affectionate, loyal, and incredibly energetic.
They also live their lives planted up my fourth point of contact, constantly demanding and competing with one another for my attention.
I also have a senior cat who's been with us since he was about six weeks old. He's cantankerous, thinks he's Pawveratti any time a female cat passes by the house, and is generally Eric Cartman with fur in terms of his selfishness.
But he's also my little dude.
I love my dogs. They guard the house, keep my wife and I company, and are--despite all the slobber--a genuinely fantastic addition to our lives.
But the Moo Man has helped me secure the house during severe storms, check on our fish tanks when it's time to feed them, come rushing to the defense of the dogs when something has scared them (dude *threw DOWN* on a raccoon that jumped on the deck one night; tail was up and bottle-brushed, and he was yowling for blood), and comforts my wife when work stress gets severe.
Anyone who thinks cats are standoffish has never taken the time to gain the trust and affection of one. Dogs are awesome, and are better companions than we deserve, but their affection is easily earned, and hard to lose.
For cats, it's the reverse.
Some folks don't like that. To them, all I can do is quote His Majesty: "Hiss! I say, hiss!"
I mean, fair. Moo doesn't care if he interrupts our sleep by vomiting a hairball on our bed at 2 a.m.
But neither of the dogs paused for one second before leaping into my lap right after I'd had a vasectomy, either.
Moo, at least, jumped on the recliner arm.
That's +1 for the cat, in my book.
As we both grew older and I've come to understand the error of my ways, he actually became somewhat affectionate himself. Still didn't like being picked up, but otherwise he grew accustomed to welcoming me back home and just spending time with me in general.
He was almost 19 years old when he passed away. Sure he was never the one to go out, quite the opposite - he was afraid of everything that's happening outside, but still, I'd say that's impressive for a cat to live that long.
I'm praying that 'gentle nuzzles' isn't too much humanity for the other ending where you can fight the Nameless 'cuz if I have to forsake coming home to cat nuzzles I'm gonna riot.
And ALOT of cats.