Honestly, the great thing about animals is that they just don't care.
They'll follow you in to the loo and listen to you fart and they still love you.
They'll meet the morning and your morning breath at the same time and they still love you.

Amazingly, they'll survive being flattened by your fat ass sitting on them (by mistake, I did not know he was under the covers honestly!), and after a two weeks of "you suck" glares and exactly two kitty painkillers from the pharmacy, they're right back at still loving you. Check this out, 15 year old Henry1, also known a Lord Launch Lunch, giving me extra love every day for the past week now that he feels better and gets extra salmon oil with every feeding. After I accidently sat on the poor critter he was limping pretty bad for days. Poor cuddlemunchiekyootness.

(yes the background noise is Perle watching Shrek, one two or three, whichever.)