I Hate Cats
A simple and short story: I hate cats. A weird kitten landed me as a cat parent. Go figure.
I’m a lifelong, honest-to-goodness dog-person. I never had a cat or the desire to have one. Worse, I was severely traumatized as a child by a vicious cat that attacked me, inflicting bites and scratches on me. Long story short: I hate cats with passion.
I had dogs all my life. I don’t have one now because the dog I lost was irreplaceable. No dog could ever take his place. I wouldn’t be able to be fair to another dog because I’d be comparing the new dog to his predecessor.
Dogs, I understand. They aren’t sneaky. They don’t attack for no reason. I can relate. So, now you know.
Unbelievable as it is, a friend of mine who knows how much I hate cats dropped a kitten on me! I tried to defend myself. I came up with several very good excuses… But, there was a but. The kitten died and was brought back to life. It needed special care.
And here we are. A cat-hater and a kitten survivor. A match made in hell.
I would have found a way to get rid of the darned cat in 24 hours, except the little devil is weird. For no good reason, he likes me, insists on watching over me, and participates in everything I do. I don’t think he is normal. He is mischievous, destructive, trouble-making, and… charming. You might say that he has some redeeming qualities.
I was forced to go shopping at Petco, and I’ve been very embarrassed to shop for a cat… I was forced to learn about cats. Cat litter, cat food, hairballs, pumpkin… A completely unknown territory to me… It’s been awful and continues to be hard. Still, the Little Devil (yes, that’s his name) grew on me. I even collaborate with a friend of mine (Kitten Grandpa) on Cat Funnies….
It’s been three months now. The little kitten is quickly becoming a cat. It doubled in size already. (It also became spoiled, opinionated, and sarcastic.)
Since my research indicates that kittens grow until the age of 18 months… Little Devil will reach the size of my sofa by then.
I have my share of injuries and scars. Despite it, and against my better judgment, we are becoming a family. Shame on me. And by the way, I still hate cats. I just happen to believe that the Little Devil is weird. What normal cat would bond with a cat hater?
