We love our partners. I know that it may not seem that way sometimes when some of us take advantage of and she-cat we can find who's receptive. But that's the nature of Toms. I would always be there for my partner and don't believe in tom-catting around.
We love our kittens. They carry our genes through the generations and our memories through life. We protect them and guide them and teach them. Hopefully we teach them the right way of things.
We love our friends. They are there when we have hard times and they are there for us when it counts. Yes, even Ginger who doesn't carry a single thought of worth between his ears but is a faithful companion....mostly.
I'm going to dare to say it now, even though many may think it wrong. We can love our Longlegs too. Strange creatures as they are they can be endearing. You don't have to explain to me that they are not of our species or that their sole purpose in life is to take care of us. Nor that they may not share our concept of love, and oft times it seems they do not as they seem to cause pain to each other to judge by the reactions of my 'The Him' when one of the she's of the species comes at him with a needle. And I know that many of the hims tom-cat around with the hers as well. Maybe they shouldn't be judged by our high morals.
What we should do is admit when we feel that sense of belonging that tells us we feel love for our Longlegs. I confess to that feeling myself. Yes, I know. I often complain when my meals are late but as a Superior I should do that in order to train them. But when I get my 'The Him' off his sleeping place some early lights it's because I want his company and the comfort of a stroke. The fact that he complies, even though he moans, shows me that it's possible he loves me in his own way, which I agree in my case is natural, but I believe he wishes to please me more than just a servant would.
When I go to sleep alongside my 'The Her', or she who cannot be woken, I get a real sense of pleasure. And when she awakes the first action she often performs is to reach out to stroke my head and say “Good morning Oscar” with real devotion.
The opposite side of this coin, to paraphrase a Longlegs, is the feeling one gets when told “I don't love you.” Now I can't speak from experience here as it's obvious everyone should and does love me, but not dogs, but I'm told of the power to diminish one that those words hold. They can crush. And yet they are just words. Which brings me neatly back to my first statement. Words have power. It is my suggestion that you think before you use them, and use them well. Use them for good. Use them to reinforce your affection and don't be shy. Use them to show you love all members of your species no matter where from, Persia, Egypt and even the Isle of Man. Use them to show your Longlegs appreciation.
An ancient haiku:
grey softness, green eyes,
paws tapping oh so gently
where are your sharp claws?
love makes the heart lighter and the face more gentle, nastiness leadens the heart and sours the face.
Couldn't have said it better myself Julia...