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I had a cat who was very standoffish. Not at all the cuddly type, not a lap cat in any way. She tolerated me and actively hated everyone else, including my wife at the time, whose idea it was to get the cat in the first place. She stayed with me after the divorce, which suited me, the ex, and the cat. One day, I woke up unable to move from a pinched nerve in my neck. The cat (Maggie, named after Margaret Thatcher because she was such a hateful thing) hopped up on the bed, settled on my shoulder, and started purring. No idea if it actually helped, though a cat's purr is said to assist in healing. I like to think she was trying to, but it's more likely she was reminding me that I was late feeding her because, as I said, I could barely move. Still, strange for that particular cat, though I'm sure other people have seen animals do even stranger things. Never did it again until near the end of her life. |