I do his laundry and make his dinner for him when he is too tired to do them. I treat him well. I treat him like a best friend because he is. By telling me how he feels deep inside, opening up to me, and telling me every little thing about his feelings towards things. He returns my love by holding my hand when we are walking across the street.
Love is a give and take arrangement.
You must give love in order to receive it. He purrs when I wake him up in the morning. He hugs me throughout the day. When he looks at me, I see the love in his eyes. He treats me as though I was precious.