I am always thinking about Seinfeld's comments about cats being perfect for men, because they don't require much commitment.
My stoic husband is a closet cat lover. He won't touch them, feed them or do anything with them. He mostly tolerates him.
The tabby cat, Otis, is the most annoying cat on the planet, but he loves my dh. He sleeps on his side of the bed after he leaves, waits for him to come home, and is forever trying to get a space on his lap before dh shoos him away.
Otis is getting older, has some medical problems, and I suspect he has some dementia. He peed on our son's bed this morning, which hasn't happened in 15 years of having that cat. As we talked about what to do about Otis if this becomes a thing, dh defended him, insisting it had to be the other cat. Otis is innocent. He would never do that.
It was heartwarming to see this stoic guy who won't so much as pet the cat get upset about the idea of "doing something" about Otis. He loves that cat!
(Otis wasn't innocent, but was locked in son's room all day, so it hopefully is just an incident).