I believe that.
I’ve got a cat that I found in a pile of construction waste that we were cleaning up after we built our house. He fit in my hand when I plucked him out of the pile.
That was six years ago. Now he’s an 18lb. savage and comes to me without fail when I call his name. Inside or outside, doesn’t matter.
He sits with me and watches TV and sleeps on my feet every night.
I’m his buddy, but he barely acknowledges the fact that Mrs. Augie exists unless the food dish is empty.
I’ve got a cat that I found in a pile of construction waste that we were cleaning up after we built our house. He fit in my hand when I plucked him out of the pile.
Our latest cat thinks my hub is his savior. We got him from a friend when he was 8 yrs old, because she was too ill to care for him any more, and he had suffered a lot of neglect, and was in very bad health. So hub carried him to our van, drove him home, and we nursed him back to health, he’s doing well now but took a lot of adjustments. But he views hub as his bestest best friend. When hub comes back from a job, the cat runs to the van, hops in, and won’t separate from him. Real devotion.