I love my cats. They know when I'm feeling down and depressed. They come to find me and sleep on me purring and dribbling although not both together. The little one comes and sits by the wood burner when I light it. Every time very unusual. Perhaps it is the smell of the wood or matches or the firefighters. My older cat hates men except my son and husband. I was asleep this morning in bed and my shopping had arrived. Before the door bell had been rung she ran off the bed and hid herself. My cats love my bed although they are not usually allowed on it. The little one loves dirty washing not mine but my husband and sons. He bites it and kicks at it I wonder why? He is a friendly and affectionate neutered tom cat. He is almost too soppy for his own good.