Cats Rock. People Suck.
I'm not sure just when I transferred my emotions from humans to cats. I volunteered at a feline adoption center for four years, and I ran a cats-only pet sitting business for four years also.
The turning point may have been a cranky 17-year-old named Max. I took care of him for the last year of his life, and we developed a profound bond. For some reason I have a thing for old cats, who have a tendency to die. Ultimately I had to leave pet sitting because I couldn't stand getting my heart broken again.
The older I get, the more I loathe people. It's that cruelty, that indifference. I don't have the ability to recover from or forgive human abuse, so the longer I live, the more cumulative the damage becomes.
I'm worried about being a "cat lady." I don't want to go over the edge and end up in a house with 92 cats.
But the worst thing a cat ever did to me was bite me. It healed pretty quickly.