My own family has stories about times when my mother was laid up with pneumonia and Sandy (rest her soul) never left her side.
I don't know if any of this is true or wishful thinking of the Cat Adoration Society.
But I can tell you this.
This summer, Peeps has been Ms. Aloof. Spending most of her time on the cool tile floor or on open windowsills.
But the last two nights, when I've been having a fair amount of emotional turmoil (GoodBuddy, LRMan, CBL, etc) she has rarely left my side.
Maybe it's just gotten cool enough for her to venture upstairs. Maybe she hopes I'll sneak her extra nummies if she hangs out. Or maybe - just maybe - she knows I need extra love...