My brother often asks my step dad why we even have a cat or if we’ll ever gets another. My step dad hates cats and our cat loves me brother and loves staring intensely at my step father, like perhaps one day he’ll acknowledge the cat’s existence (currently, the cat only exists when it is doing something bad0. My step dad always responds your mom likes cat, she wanted this cat, and when it dies, if she wants another one, we’ll get another one . . . love is always shown in interesting little ways. (But, NEVER would he let the cat in their room let alone sleep with it.)