barely. i've been dealing with depression, anxiety disorder and social phobia for years, i've had suicidal thoughts not once and not twice - i guess you could say that i'm a really.. complicated person. so i've gotten a kitten (a tortie to be more specific) and she had a huge impact on my life. my depression, anxiety and social phobia got less violent and i've not had thoughts like those in weeks. i get lonely from time to time and sometimes i cry, but my lil fluffbal is always there for me, being the silly cat she is and distracts me from the bad. cats are barely assholes, they're just more independent in general, they don't necessary need human companion because they're okay by themselves, but that doesn't mean they don't love us.
Because of my shitty classes and even worse schedule, there was this semester i could barely sleep a couple of hours a day (a friend of mine had so little time as well, that he resorted to sleeping on campus... As in... Our department building), and the little furball would always make me company. Somedays, he would lay besides my chair and sleep there, some other days he would go for the bed, and use one of the pillows as his own.
I'm sorry (not really) but that's an excellent typo you got there