There is one other thing which my husband does that my daddy does which made me know that he was the man for me. Picture a man sitting in a comfy chair. Now picture a cat either sitting beside the man, laying on the armrest of the chair, or even laying ::gasp:: in the man's lap. You will find the man, when he thinks no one is looking, stroking the cat (supposedly as if he didn't know he were doing so) quite knowledgeably while saying, "I don't like you cat. You know, I don't even know why I feed you. You are completely worthless, you know. If you were a dog, you would fetch my slippers. I really don't care for cats at all. I have no idea why we keep you around. Perhaps we should have you for dinner. Oh wait, we don't have a pot big enough!" and so on and thus and such and so and so, all the while saying this in a coaxing tone while the cat accepts his or her due praise, purring and purring and purring.
is warm when he's ready to go to sleep!"
Then mom knew which cat it worked with.