Argh. I have two cats: a silent old curmudgeonly beast with very low purr volume, and a young black long-hair who is very "talkative" and demanding. He purrs like a diesel engine. He is never happy unless he is in physical contact with me. He worships at the Church of Boris, and I am his only God.
Is it any wonder I love the old, nasty one and hate the affectionate one?
--Boris
I believe someone "up there" is trying to tell you something ... and the fact that you recognize the contrasts is wonderful ... it means there is hope for you yet! &;-) Hugs, 2T