I Used to Hate Cats

I used to hate cats .  I gues that was because my first cat, Max, didn't leave me with too many happy memories.  Not only did he bite my hand because I touched him, he almost blinded my brother by scratching his eye just as it closed.

However, after he died, even though I still hated cats, one of my friends enjoyed the "Warriors" series, which was all about wild cats.  Of course, being the bookworm I am, I tried reading it.  It changed how I look at cats.  Instead of the selfish beings I always thought all of them were, I started to think, 'Maybe not all cats are as bad as Max was.' 

Now I absolutely adore all cats.  They're cute, fuzzy, and intellegent.  I hope that some day, if I ever get a cat of my own, it will be a kind one... Named Firestar, of course.