I got my cat about eight years ago. Fancy has been a headache ever since, but I love her. For the most part she's well mannered and stays to herself, but starts purring the moment she sees me. Since we moved to my new house, we've re-bonded (if that's a thing) and now are close again. She's right behind the door waiting for me when I come home, sits in front of my bedroom door until I get out of bed, and will definitely let me know when she wants treats or to be fed! I almost gave her away during a depressive phase, because I just couldn't deal at the time, but I'm glad I didn't. It's been me and her ever since and the only being that sticks by my side no matter how crazy I get.