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.