When my cat lived at my dad's, he almost always sat in the living room. It didn't occur to me that he sat in there because he liked all the people, I just figured he sat there because living rooms are where people sit. He's been living at my mom's for a couple of months now and he follows me constantly. He paws at the bahtroom door when I pee. He's laying next to me right now. His head hanging off the side of the bed and his fat body covering my phone. If this isn't love, I don't know what is.