I know what my cats' love languages are. Ginger is definitely touch. She will sit with me for hours and let me pet her. If I stop, she meows her tiny little meow and gives me those huge green eyes as if to say, "why are you stopping?" If I don't restart the petting, she turns around and prisses away on her tiny little petite paws, visibly hurt.
Simba, on the other hand, is gifts. He goes crazy when I say the word "treat". He can't get enough of them! When I get home in the evening, he follows me around the apartment, meowing super loudly and looks up at me. "You've been gone all day, I want a treat!"
I should write a book on the love languages of pets...I could sell it at PetSmart!
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