[Menehune56]

Decades ago when I was in the dating pool, my girl-cat was downright vicious to the women I brought home. Hissing, spitting, looking daggers at them. When she finally accepted one I knew that was who she found suitable for her man. My faithful girl cat lived another 15 years afterwards and and I’ve now been happily married over 40 years.

[Harmless Teddy Bear]

George T Cat hated every guy with the exception of my dad. He loved to climb into dad's shoes. But every guy I dated or even allowed in the house was met with total disdain. And you have never seen disdain until you have seen it coming from a five pound fluff ball. Until that one special guy appeared. Yep, that was the one I married.

The Cat knows. Trust the Cat.