I always *thought* I hated cats, and then I lived with one and realized that no, I like cats plenty fine, it's really my *mom* who hates them. She's really afraid of them. Which I can understand, since she's never been around them, which can make you nervous, and well, when I was first living with cats, we had 2 Tigger and Tony. I loved Tigger, but Tony... Tony had big teeth. His teeth were so big, they didn't fit in his mouth, and he had fangs sticking out. I was afraid of Tony, until one day he bit me (really hard!) and it didn't hurt as much as I feared. Don't get me wrong, it still hurt like a bitch, but it didn't even draw blood. My mom, just needs to be around more cats, it'll probably help her....
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I always *thought* I hated cats, and then I lived with one and realized that no, I like cats plenty fine, it's really my *mom* who hates them. She's really afraid of them. Which I can understand, since she's never been around them, which can make you nervous, and well, when I was first living with cats, we had 2 Tigger and Tony. I loved Tigger, but Tony... Tony had big teeth. His teeth were so big, they didn't fit in his mouth, and he had fangs sticking out. I was afraid of Tony, until one day he bit me (really hard!) and it didn't hurt as much as I feared. Don't get me wrong, it still hurt like a bitch, but it didn't even draw blood. My mom, just needs to be around more cats, it'll probably help her....