Let me start with saying I'm a 52 year old male married 33 yrs with two grown sons :) and very happy.
My oldest son brough home a white scruffy 6 week old kitten in 1993 that he had found with about 4 others running lose on the city streets. It was covered with dirt and fleas from head to the tip of it's tail. After a few baths he was clean and clear of fleas.
Both my sons moved out but George never left. When he was younger, George and I would play hide and sneek and red light/green light. If he wanted or needed something, or just wanted to visit, he would come sit next to me and talk to me in a very soft voice. We would take walks, without a leash, and sit in the yard just to enjoy each others company. He ended up being one the best friends I have ever known.
God decide it was time to take this beautiful white angel not to long ago, evidently he was needed somewhere else. I buried him in the backyard with a nice little rock that has his name on it with two little paw prints. The mrs.bought a stone plaque that reads "If love could of saved you, you would of lived forever"
The fact that a man can love a cat is nothing new. It's what is in the man's heart that makes the diffence. There's a saying that has helped me a little in my life and it is; "Being a man is being strong enough to be gentle".
