Cats possess a certain magic. Just picking one up or hearing their purr makes all my worries melt away. It's like a tiny household motor starts up vibrations of calm in my body. And even if doctors prescribe stress pills, I know I have the best remedy—warm paws and a soft tail. Of course, there are some "side effects": my slippers sometimes turn into prey, and the flowers on the windowsill become toys. But even in these moments, I can't get angry, because his big eyes look at me as if to say, "Well, forgive me, I'm a cat!" And that's it—the resentment evaporates.
So yes, I have a cat, and he's my best antidepressant, my friend, and my source of joy. Sometimes it seems he understands me better than people: he senses when I'm sad and comes and lies quietly beside me. And isn't that happiness—to have such a little miracle by your side?