I think it started when i was only 4 years old that i hated cats. i had a pet cat once, we had a great time together we played, i fed it, and it purrrrred when i am near. Somewhere somehow i grew to hate my pet and soon the cat died, maybe because of lack of love or because of its' old age. When i left home and faced tho world on my own, renting my own apartment and finding my own job in THE REAL WORLD. Soon i decided to get a pet to be with me during the times when i'm lonely. So i got a cat because i had a history with it, but little did i know that the cat would be the one who'd betray me. Once upon a day during a normal work routine, a friend called me that my apartment was on fire. everything i had and worked for turned to dust. and when the arson team reported, they said that the cat started the fire the it pushed a vase that caused the nearby electric outlet to short circuit and started the spark that would burn me home. I gave the cat away and from that day on i started to hate cats! i have a dog now i named him HATER because he likes to chase cats away. i love animals but not cats.