Dogs and Cats

Alright. I'm addressing the war of all of the wars. Not America vs Korea. IWSNT vs The Black Parade. No. Today, I am stating my opinion on cats and dogs. As you can tell from my Google account, I have a dog and NO cats. Now, from my experience with cats, I personally hate them. Now, I logically know I shouldn't, and that not all cats are mean, but my cat will taint my vision permanently. My first cat was named Roxxan. She was cute and nice. She lived until 6, but she had me loving cats more then dogs, which I also had at the time. And along comes Cyrano. This cat was evil. Pure evil. Now, I can't remember his entire life, but four things poke out at me. I'm sure there are more, but these are the significant ones that led to my hatred of felines. When I was 7, me and my sister, Lauren, always hated being alone. So we slept with a pet. On this particular night, I apparently drew the short straw and ended up with the cat, instead of my beloved dog Daisy, but any company was good company. After sleeping for 3 to 4 hours, I woke up for seemingly no reason. So I got up, thinking it must have been the morning. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and boom. There were 3 giant claw marks bleeding down my face, around an inch from my eye. That was the most SCARRING incident from Cyrano. But there were many more. The most infuriating one was how she SCREAMED in the middle of the night. I'm talking FBI called levels. She was SO loud. My parents hated it. I hated it. Our neighbors could hear and you bet they hated it. She also attacked our dog on more then one occasion, which hurt me on a deeply personal level. We had to take the dog to the vet once because she was hurt so bad. And the salt in the wound? This cat, unlike 6-year-old Roxxan, lived until 14. I dealt with her for the first 8 years of my life. And that, my friends, is why I despise all cats.