Yes, I know what you mean. As a kid, I had a big ol' tom named Spooky who adopted us. He preferred to spend most of his time outdoors but came in to be fed and have a little---very little---attention. Three pats on the head was the limit---after that you'd get a swat with claws extended. Loved him anyway. Hope you will be comforted knowing you gave Pusskie a great life. Maybe someday a new feline friend will come along.