I didn't write it down, probably won't. It's okay to wax poetic about a cat, I think, but I really do know that he's in it for himself, that he snuggles with me because he likes it there, he jumps on my lap, lies on my stomach, shows interest because he's a cat and because it feels good to do these things. I also believe he actually likes me, feels affection for me. Rather a child-mom kind of affection, probably.
What I mean is, I don't try to put people thoughts in his cat mind. I enjoy him, feel delighted and honored to have his company, to be so accepted by a very-accepting cat, but I don't for a moment imagine he is having thoughts about me, other than, "when is she going to feed me?" or "she's not so good at letting me out".