This is what I come home to everyday. Woofy waiting for me on the back of the sofa, staring out the window. The minute I open the car door I hear his little meow of welcome. Then he runs and meets me at the door. It's a great feeling to come home after a long day of work, to something that loves you unconditionally. To something that misses you and is there to greet you. And all he expects from me in return is acknowledgement in the way of a hello and a pat on the head. He's a cuddler though and loves attention and contact, which he gets plenty of.
Gin Gin, on the other had, could care less. She's so darn independent and aloof. I think it's a big act because once in a while she slips up and cuddles with hubby or me, or gets friendly. Then goes back to being unfriendly when she realizes what she's doing. She's a good cat most of the time, a little too curious which lands her in trouble once in a while. But you know what I do to punish her? I pick her up and love on her! LOL She hates that.