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	vzg 2008-11-26 06:08 pm UTC (link)
	My dad used to hate cats, but when I asked for a cat he agreed. We wound up with two, which he wound up loving (one spends all her time in his office now, and he has a can of treats there just for her), and then we got another, and when one died we got another... which he helped us pick out. Cats worm their way into your hearts, man. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	platedlizard 2008-11-26 06:17 pm UTC (link)
	They're crack. You start off hating them, and then you get a sample, and the next thing you know who've got a colony of ferals eating premium cat food on your deck. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

chibikaijuu
2008-11-26 08:17 pm UTC (link)

They totally do. I've had cats my whole life, so while I love them I can actually realistically gauge my ability to care for a given cat, how many I can have in my house, etc, though I will always stop to pet one. But I see it happen to other people, even by proxy. I volunteer for the SF/SPCA, and we just started our Macy's Holiday WIndows (every year from just before Thanksgiving until New Year's Day, the downtown Macy's sets up a cute little themed display for us in the windows at the Ellis/O'Farrell corner, and gives us space inside to conduct adoptions. We put animals (kittens mostly) in the windows on a rotating basis, have people outside collecting donations and people inside caring for the animals/facilitating adoptions (that's me this year). After my shift on Sunday I went over to the big Benefit Cosmetics counter across the floor from where we're set up, and ended up getting my eyebrows waxed - and the girl who was doing it told me she wasn't a huge cat person but she had seen me earlier loving and cuddling this little gray tabby, and it made her want a cat. (It was probably Turtle, this tiny little girl who looked like she was two or three weeks younger than she actually was, who had been put in a window but taken out and back to our space because she got lonely and didn't like it, so of course I had to comfort her. When I left it looked like she was going to be adopted ^_^)

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	frau_eva 2008-11-26 06:30 pm UTC (link)
	My stepmother hated cats, but that was mostly from growing up on a farm and being used to cats who's only hobbies were leaving dead rats on your door and trying to scratch your face off. When mine had nowhere to go but their house, she was pissed until she saw my scared kitty in the carrier. And now they refuse to give her up. :D (Reply to this)(Parent)

	frequentmouse 2008-11-27 06:14 pm UTC (link)
	It's the purring, you know? The purring, and the fuzziness. (Reply to this)(Parent)

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