I recently had surgery, and at the time I came home, I had both my cat and one of my grandma's cats staying with me.
- Within hours of surgery, I wake up from a nap to my cat gently sniffing at my incisions with great alarm.
- I was not allowed to shower the first day after surgery, and the cats, seeing that The Large Cat is not observing its cleaning ritual, decided I must be gravely disabled and compensated by licking all the exposed skin on my arms, face, and legs.
- I currently have to sleep with a pillow over my abdomen because my cat insists on climbing on top of me and covering my incisions with her body while I sleep (which is very sweet but not exactly comfortable without the pillow). She also lays across me facing my bedroom door, presumably on guard for attackers who may try to harm me while I'm sleeping and injured.
That's love. 🐈⬛🐈❤️
cats are so very unclear on what is wrong with us but they want to help
I'd argue that cat knew exactly what was wrong (to a point ofc), because they were trying to lay their body over the incision, to assist the healing with body heat and (probably) purring, on top of providing tongue baths and security just in case.
"The Large Cat is Injured, there is a Wound in their stomach, we will care for them while they heal, attempt to assist healing, and protect them." That's the sweetest fucking thing, AND is understanding (to the best of an animal's ability) what happened.
Cats are love.
