There was a spider on my bed the other day! About the size of a quarter, a weird light brown color and could hardly really tell it was there until it started moving. 6 inches from my leg, I notice it and I IMMEDIATELY freak out. I hate spiders. I hate bugs. I have pretty bad reactions to insect bites, and this caused me to have an anxiety attack. It only took my boyfriend maybe 10 seconds to kill it but it felt like minutes. 😂 so I’m sitting there, trying to get my breathing under control and Ariel, my kitty, just KNOWS I’m upset. She looks back and starts nonstop meowing at me. Comes and climbs in my lap purring happily away until I felt better. Once I was happy enough that she felt she could leave, she did just that as if to say “my job here is done.” She does this every time I’m upset, without fail. If I’m in the midst of a bad dream she’ll come and lay on my pillows, and for a while there she slept on my pillows every night, because I have PTSD and so nightmares were a regular thing for me. She’s my sweet fur baby ❤️❤️