We missed the kitties, our tiny little roommates we didn't get to see for almost a week! We know they missed us too, because they agreed upon an armistice from their cat-warfare to sit next to each other long enough to be snuggled by us. To hell with those heartless automatons who say cats don't love humans, they just love us on their own terms.
It's not so much that I don't think cats love humans (in my experience humans and dogs are no more likely to love you than a cat is), or even that I don't love cats themselves. It's more the torn up furniture, curtains, carpets, etc. And eaten houseplants. My leafy friends are just as important to me as my furry friends (perhaps even more so, I'm weird like that) and it's just not okay to tear them up and eat them. But we have a cat and I adore her and I dote on her even more than my husband (who had her before he had me) does. I (with great patience and perseverance) have trained her over the years to leave my plants alone and only tear up her own things.
And so, the truth comes out. I'm not a cat person OR a dog person. I'm a plant person. And I type too much and use too many parentheses.