I am a nanny but when the kids aren't here, my house gets very quiet and lonely. The kitten is a companion animal so she is meant to keep me from feeling alone. While she is attached to me, if she finds anything of Seth's she is obsessed with it. There is one hoodie of his that I haven't washed because it smells like him. If she finds it you cannot touch it or you will get bit. She was teeny tiny when he left and has grown like a weed. She is so fluffy and has the most adorable little face.
Anyway, I catch myself having conversations with the cat. I think that is a step up from talking to yourself... right? I don't expect her to answer back but sometimes she does in her own little ways. My mom makes fun of me but then she sees why I talk to the cat. I can ask if she wants food and she will run to her food bowl and tap it with her paw. If I am upset and crying, she will sit on my lap with her front paws on my collar bones and nudge away my tears. I can ask where she hid my socks (she is notorious for stealing socks) and she will get a wide eyed look on her face and take off sprinting to protect her sock stash.
I am far from the crazy cat lady but I can easily say that without her I would not have made it through these past few months. She is great comedic relief and the best gift that Seth has ever gotten me. Seth swears I have her spoiled but I have absolutely no clue what he is talking about!