I like the details of cats; I like the IDEA of cats.
I just hate them.
A) I'm allergic, and ever since I stopped flicking them sharply on the nose for even approaching me (self-preservation prior to my allergy largely disappearing), they seem to B) want to leap onto my lap and headbutt me like I'm catnip.
The only exception for my cat distaste is Mamakitty, my sister's former cat (now mine).
For starters, she is OCD about cleaning herself: I don't think I've ever seen a single hair left behind when she gets up from a spot, despite being a longhair. Her fur is always super fluffy and clean.
She's the gentlest cat I've ever met. My brother has literally thrown her across rooms and sat on her and tweaked her tail and god knows what all, and that cat has never, EVER even unsheathed a claw. I saw him one day pick her up by the ears. She just hung there and looked at him like, "Hey, wussup? Can I sit on your lap now?"
But.
This cat simply is addicted to laying atop me. In any position available. Even if there's no space at ALL for a cat-sized thing to lay comfortably upon me, she will perch on my knee or lay half-on, half-off me, purring like a goddamn lawnmower. I'm doubly annoyed when she cleans herself atop me, which is around 50% of the time she's awake.
My dog remains the only totally redeeming pet I've ever owned. She's loyal, smart and best of all she doesn't try to jump on me or lick me or otherwise bug me. She follows me everywhere, stays out of my way, and thinks I'm Jesus' second coming.
If I could put the brain of my dog into this cat I think I would. So long as I got to keep my dog too, of course.
