if you want an affectionate cat you're doing cat wrong
the point of cat is to get a fuckoff huge unneutered tomcat with a massive head that has 0 idea what toilet is and shits everywhere, eats everything, and stinks like 10 hobos
then when spring comes said tomcat disappears for weeks.
when the tomcat comes back, he comes back auschwitz thin, with broken ribs, torn ears, and fresh scars. maybe some burns from when someone threw hot water at him.
you wonder if he dies.
instead he eats, shits and stinks himself to full health, and proceeds to fuck off for the rest of the summer.
when it gets too cold, he comes home for good, and spends the winter eating, shitting and stinking. he purrs like a diesel engine when people with strong willpower fight through the stink clouds to pet him. and lets you do whatever you want to him, because it certainly doesn't compare to being kicked in the ribs for attempting to rape a female cat by the owner of said female cat.
over the years he accumulates scars and broken ribs and as he gets older you find out that more and more young neighborhood cats all look like your tomcat.
then he gets older, and the new crop of neighborhood cats doesn't look like him much. he is not as strong and fast as he once was.
then he gets even older, and deafer, and blinder, and slower, and he still leaves every spring. except now you wonder if he ever comes back. and one summer he doesn't come back. and you will never wake up to his stench and you will never see children dragging him around by one leg because he just doesn't give a fuck. and you will never end up with hands covered in grime from petting him.
he ded. he lived by the sword and he died by the sword. and now he ded, and your yard becomes up for grabs until the big red tomcat takes it over as his territory.
good night sweet prince.