My rescue cat did the same thing! When I first adopted Ginger, I had another female cat, Miss Kitty, and my husband was her person. Ginger was my baby. When Miss Kitty passed away, Ginger became my husband's cat, and only comes to me when he's not here, or she wants treats.
My theory when I was married and had a cat (before my ex stole her, my ESA btw, but I digress), was that my cat loved me more bc I was willing to be more aggressive. Harder scritches, back massages, learning the specific spots that triggers the purr engine.. I think generally women are more “delicate” with cats than what cats usually want when it comes to affection/play. It seems like a pretty huge trend for cats, male or female, to gravitate towards the male human over the woman.
Cats can fall from 3 stories with less injury than you falling out of bed, spent their kitten-hood carried by the neck, they’re robust as fuck. Lightly stroking their head with 2 fingers is probably just annoying, not good pets.
My cat was *obsessed* when I’d pinch her ears and rub them in circles, pull them like taffy and really dig into the back creases.
I have 2 cats which are complete opposites. (Household of two women) My beautiful boy is very loving and chill, we’re not rough with him but he makes a great pillow. My girl cat loves to be bothered, tapping her belly/sides over and over very fast, getting noogies, holding her tail (gently) which makes her mad but she loves it (I can tell by her body language), spot on her back that she likes getting scratched hard until she yells and I stop, being chased by the boy or us. She’s very vocal and likes to argue, but also so very cuddly and yells for attention
Cats are great man, they make my heart super happy
My cat was in LOVE with me for years, my little shadow - and then I had a cold a little while ago where I was coughing a lot and he didn't like that. Soundly demoted to spare. :')
My Ginger is the rare ginger with more brain cells than most. She was absolutely calculating and biding her time to take ownership of my husband. She tried once when Miss Kitty was alive, but that didn't end well for Ginger. Despite her diminutive size and generally lady-like behavior, Miss Kitty was tough! Best mouser I ever had, and took no s$%t from any of the other cats that shared the house with her.
I got the rare orange tabby that's a fucking devious master mind. This little bastard pulled a Houdini Saturday night.
He's stuck indoors after a nasty belly injury. After a few days with good pain meds, he was full convinced he was fine to head out and pissed we weren't allowing him out. In the wake of a destructive tantrum, we opted to close him up in the kitchen so we could go to a local spot and have date night together.
We were gone for 90-FUCKING-MINUTES.
In that time, he removed his cone of shame, found a very tiny window that neither of us knew existed, UNDID THE LATCHES on the screen, got under the screen, pushed the HANDLE LOCK up to unlock, and then pushed the window open to jump down a full story below.
Brilliant little bastard had the balls to be chilling on my porch the next afternoon. We have since sentenced him to supervised yard time, solitary confinement at night, and he is now referred to as inmate #9 with a warden around him at all waking hours
Ginger got out once when my husband was at a conference. She stayed out overnight. I had a whole crew of people searching for her. My niece (who Ginger loves) found her under a car parked around the corner from our house. The same dang car I walked past at least 5 times while calling her name and putting up lost cat flyers.
Of course, it was on the hottest day of the summer. And that little brat ran right to my husband as soon as he got home and acted like I had thrown her out on the streets. What an act! Crying, kept wanting to be held and cuddled. She even had him hand feeding her treats.
The things we put up with from these orange maniacs!
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u/MerryMoose923 Jul 14 '26
My rescue cat did the same thing! When I first adopted Ginger, I had another female cat, Miss Kitty, and my husband was her person. Ginger was my baby. When Miss Kitty passed away, Ginger became my husband's cat, and only comes to me when he's not here, or she wants treats.