Do you consider your cat(s) your pet or a friend?

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When I had a cat (a long time ago) I considered her a colleague. I named her Hypatia because she was so smart and if she could write I am positive she could have written down the proof of geometrical theorems.

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I have three cats and I adore them. Brothers Paws and Preston, aged 6, are both really affectionate and love to be made a fuss of, Paws especially loves to be held. In particular, Preston will display affection towards strangers, but both he and Paws are frightened by loud noises. However, my other cat, Precious, aged 7, is the one I feel most connected with. I call her my little shadow, seeing as she always wants to follow me and be around me, sometimes she even sits outside the bathroom when I'm using the shower. She will display affection, but only when she is in the mood. Precious seems to know I don't like to be physically comforted when upset because she just sits by me. To me, she isn't just a cat, she is my best friend, we are on the same wavelength and I love her lots. My Mum says Precious and I are partners in crime.

There is also a little grey cat where my Nan lives, who we call Poppy. She was very thin and looked ill, and I got quite upset when I first saw her, but she looks significantly better now. Poppy recognises me, when I call her she looks at me, and when I get closer and she knows who I am, she trots towards me and squeaks. She also purrs and licks my hand, bless her... so sweet.

i wish there is a page on WP where we can introduce our pets to each other by posting their photos, date of birth, name, breed, likes/dislikes, special interest and temperament.

I have only one cat and I adore him. His name is Mozart. He'll be turning four on May 1st. He's really loving and gentle. He understands when I'm upset, so he's comforting and he's lovely when it's morning. We have nuzzle time.

He is frightenend of loud noises for example the vaccum cleaner, so when that's on he stays in my room with me and we both listen to music (disney to be specific) to over-right the noise of the vaccum. He's not terribly affectionate to strangers, he's like me in regard. He doesn't like strangers and likes to stay away. He follows me around a lot and I feel that between he and I a connection of understanding and comfort. To me, he's my best friend, my only friend and I wish I could take him with me to university. I don't know what will happen when the day comes.

It's a nice feeling to know that there are many others on here who share this without saying that he's just an animal.

I have four cats. Three of them are alive & living with me. They're the closest things to friends that I have & I love them with all my heart.

They're family, closer to me than most humans.

People tend to humanise pets, it is well intentioned but it can cause problems. Though cat are more immune to this than dogs as a whole. Pack behaviour in dogs is strong and if you are providing a poor pack environment then that cause problems.

There's a cat who visits me a lot......I suppose I see him as a friend in as far as I enjoy making him happy and looking after him by combing him, stroking him, and playing a few games with a bit of paper on the end of a length of cotton thread. I'd do a lot to defend him if he were being attacked, and if he was suffering then it would distress me too. So yes, he's a friend, though I'd think that "pet" would apply just as well, I don't think the two terms are mutually exclusive.

But I don't see him as better than human friends.....he's usually easier to understand than people, but he doesn't really reciprocate the friendship - he'll just seek me out and get what entertainment he can out of me, then when he's bored he'll leave. I expect a little more than that from humans.

I used to get more attached to cats, but they died. So I try to keep them in perspective these days.

I had a cat who was truly a friend, or more like my sweet little baby. Her name is Brina.

On March 21, 1999, she was born underneath my bed. She stuck out from the litter because she had a little deformed tail about a fourth of the normal length, and it was bent to the side. It was so cute when she would wag that little tail. She had plain bluish-gray fur, a black nose, and green eyes.
As she grew up, she was always slightly smaller than the other cats. When she was a kitten, I would pick her up from the litter and let her climb up my shirt with her little claws. She would sit upon my shoulder.

She had the cutest squeaking chirping noise, like she was rolling her 'r's. So I began to call her "Brrrrrina" while rolling the 'r'. She always responded to that name. She would always say, "Rrrriii, rrrriiiii!" when she saw me. She never said that to anyone else, so I guess that was her name for me. Sometimes when she was excited and wanted to show me something, she would say, "Rrriiirriiiriiirrrrriiirrriiirriii!" So cute!

When she was in her most hyperactive phase of kittenhood, she ran everywhere. She would run so fast she could run sideways on upholstered furniture. The sound of all her activity was horrendous, like claws viciously ripping into fabric. One night, she ran over my face and gave me the symmetrical scars on my eyebrows. Mom wanted to get rid of Brina because of that, but I refused to let her go.

She always liked me best. Whenever I was home, she would devote all her attention to me, and ignore everyone else. She would cuddle and comfort me when I was upset, and she loved to be carried everywhere. When I came home from school, she would come running and chirping and would leap up into my arms. She would not let me put her back down on the floor. She always demanded to be in my bedroom every night and would usually sleep next to me.
Whenever I was petting another cat and not her, she would get jealous and squeeze her way between me and the other cat.

Shortly before she turned 6, she disappeared forever. I refuse to believe that she has died or that she ran away. I believe she was kidnapped. She was a pretty unique cat with that tail...

Could've been mistaken for a stray and taken in by someone. You describe her as very friendly; friendly cats that are let out often do disappear into someone else's home. It's even been known for a cat to own several households, all of whom consider her "their cat".

I have two cats. They are my pets and my friends. I don't consider that mutually exclusive. The species barrier is a little annoying sometimes, but we work with it.