I'm a cat person. I have a cat named Scallywag who lives up to her name!
I love that my cat can just go of for a couple of days and I won't see her and know I don't have to worry (she's half feral and very street wise.....or just incredibly scary...probably both!) my dad doesn't get how I can be fine with it, but then he's all over her and she can't stand him, where as we totally get on, I leave her be, she leaves me be, until she wants load of attention!
When we first got her as a kitten we nicknamed her attack cat, because she'd attack everyone. She's calmed down some now. Unfortunately mostly down to the dog that used to live downstairs. They used to fight all the time. He was really old and she used to tease him by letting him think he had a chance to catch her, by going up real close, then running. Eventually they fell in love and she'd give him kisses through the gate. But then he died and she's not been the same since.
When she was little, and before we had a dryer, we used to hand our clothes on the bannisters of the stairs, and when she was angry at me and my mum she would knock down our particular clothes. My dad didn't believe us, until he yelled at her and down his clothes went! She also used to attack us through the gaps in the bannister. She stopped when one time just by coincidence I fell all the way downstairs (I'd just got out of the bath and my feet were wet) she didn't come near me for days after.
We had a cat before her, who was able to mock my dad's knock to be let in (...not Scallywag, she tries to use her claws to pick the lock.) She was more my mums cat and died when some boys chased her on the road and a car dragged her all the way up the road. She was 4. I was on holiday at the time (It was one of the first times I began to suspect that something wasn't quite right with me, as I had to mimic grief and felt I had to in order to fit in socially)
Scally is 14 now and getting to be alot more affectionate thaan I can sometimes take (especially since I have allergys) but I love her all the same.
She love to eat peanut butter and gets an loving expression on her face whenever she gets it. She also likes chocolate and onions and potatoes-aside from meat.
When we first got her she wouldn't drink water she would only drink lemonade. She used to love prawn cocktail crisps.
She has a bed to keep her dry outside but she delibrately get wet so she can complain about us being cruel keeping her out at night (she can't sleep in my room anymore as she throws up on my bed!)