My family cat… This cat has been in my family for his whole life and the majority of mine. Henry was born under my bed when I was 3, about to turn 4. Technically, he's my dad's cat since I had chosen a different one, but sadly, they are long gone, and Henry became the family cat. We have moved various houses in the 11 years he's been with us, and each time he hates the drive, but adapts quickly. He and I have been close, and he has had a bigger attachment to me than the rest of the family (I think that's due to him being born under my bed). Although he's just an animal, I believe he's more than that; he's family, a companion, and a support system. Animals are known to be able to sense stress and human emotional changes. Whenever I'm having a bad day, whether he's across the house or lying next to me, he runs up to me and tries to comfort me (although he just licks me). He is overly affectionate with just about anyone, though his ways are questionable; whether it's biting or trying to pet your face, he makes his love known. He's less like a cat and more like a brother, in equal parts annoying and comforting.

– KB

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