Calvin

Each day when I come home from work, my cat trots over to the door to greet me. He's been alone for a few hours and is hungry for some company. I love how he tells me how he feels. He flops down at my feet, flips over onto his back, reaches his front paws up to touch my ankles, and shows me his fluffy belly. "Welcome to my house! You make me so happy! Here is my belly—I know you won't hurt me. Touch me! Love me! Prrrrr!"

How can you not feel so loved you're given that much trust? I wish more people were like my cat.