My husband loves a CAT! :)

My husband would never admit it, but I know he loves Pandora. LOL

There is nothing more heartwarming to me than a man loving on a kitty! My Dana adores our babies.

I know that feeling all to well just last night Blaine said I'm still not a cat person as he was cuddling flash with a beaming smile on his face

That's wonderful! I'm so glad your husband has found healing by a sweet kitty.

DH was much the same your husband. Was a dog person when we met, but has since become a cat person. I almost fainted the first time he called me at work letting me know he was taking Callie to the vet because "something's just not right". Now, he invites the kitties to come to bed with us and jump up on bed and stuff like that. He's totally devoted to Tumbles and the feeling is mutual.

Awwwwwww.......................... Stephanie's right - that's so wonderful that Rex has helped heal his heart!

Gary wasn't only a dog person, he hated cats. We didn't have any pets, and I wouldn't have forced one. We talked about getting a dog, but our schedule didn't really allow for one.

And then the stray came along.......

He really had no choice in the matter. She adopted us, and just wormed her way into our lives and hearts.

A year later, Gary brought a kitten inside as our first indoor-only rescue. 10 days later, in came his brother (didn't want Lazlo to be lonely after all!). A few days after that... Gary called everyone he knew with cats to apologize for having hated them or ever having said anything not nice about them.

We love dogs too - but Gary does feel quite strongly that "dogs drool and cats rule," and would beat the living pulp out of anyone he found abusing a cat (well, any animal, really - but he'd be lucky not to go to jail if it were a cat).



Too sweet - and how wonderful for both your DH and Rex.

hahahah that is awesome!

My mom HATES cats - hates hates hates them.

When I got Kismet she grudgingly admitted he was cute but that she didn't like him.

A month later she was bragging about him to friends, how well behaved and smart and sweet he is... but she didn't love him.

Now? She still won't say she LOVES him but she plays games with him, tries to get him to cuddle her, and lastnight? she said "you are my little goober aren't you" to him. I would say it is safe to say mom is smitten with my kitten.

I say by Summer she will grudgingly admit her love for him.

I believe that cats weren't domesticated by humans. They just convinced us to take care of them.

That is just BRILLIANT!

My mom and dad where like :confused3: when I adopte Skitter. My mom had outdoor kitties when she was kid, but they were always dog people. My dad had dogs growing up as well.

Now, my dad comes over all of the time to see the cats, not me, just the cats. He loves them and this year I got a Christmas Ornament with the picture of Doola....lol poor Skitter

when i first met my dh 19 years ago and i mentioned cats his response was 'cats, what good are they'. a few month later he brought home a 3month old white furbaby that he found in a boxcar. he works for the railroad. he's been a cat friend ever since.

My mother didn't like animals especially cats! She never let me have a cat even though I begged for 1 my whole childhood. She allowed fish, hamsters, and a bunny. But no cats no dogs. Even when I was little and found a puppy. She brought him right to my grandparents, and they found his owners. A kitten even jumped into our backseat of the car, and she gave him to a neighbor.

The 2 cats I had as a child, had to live at my great grandmothers house. It wasn't the same. Plus 1 was very mean and ran away. The other only liked my great grandmother, and I only saw her when there was food on the table, or when she sat in my great grandmother's lap at night.

A tuxedo named Mew Mew, was abandoned by his owners. They lived on the street behind us. Their house burned down, and they never returned for their pets. I snuck Mew Mew inside whenever I could. My mother wouldn't let me keep him, but she did let me feed him (that's progress). Another neighbor took him.

We found Lynxx in a plastic bag in the parking lot of my mother's work. Imagine my shock when she said we were keeping him. I knew she wasn't joking, she wouldn't joke like that. I thought I was hearing wrong, or entered the Twilight Zone!

Lynxx chose my mother as his favorite, he greeted her at the door every time she came home, he waited at the door for her to get home, he followed her everywhere around the house. He was the first cat she actually patted, and talked to. She misses him now, as much as my father and I do.

My mother told me many times over the last 9 years, that she never knew a cat could be so loving. She appologized many times for not letting me have a cat when I was little.

I like all animals, but I consider myself a dog person. I've had dogs my whole life & can't see myself living with out one.

But recently, I had Lears & I swear I fell head over heels for him. Such a great, loving little kitty. I would watch a whole football game with him in my arms, just chilling & purring.

I miss that cat dearly, we still have his brother, but it's not the same. Choripan is super cool, but we don't have that connection that Lears & I had.