So I've always been a cat person. That is probably because my family had cats when I was very young and we eventually got some dogs, that I loved, but my old *** cats kept the mutts in check. In particular I had a cat named Blue (cue Old School references) who we adopted after she had been strayed by a neighbor who moved and left her behind. She lived as a stray for a few months. She had an all white coat with blue eyes. My sister and I, kids at the time, wanted to name her either Princess or Snowball but my parents vetoed that and named her Blue. She had at least three litters of kittens after we adopted her and I think she'd had a few litters before we adopted her. After the last litter was weaned my parents took her to get spayed and they were informed she was "laden" with yet another litter. My parents were like "we can't take a breath between litters with this little whore cat so end it and do the spay!"
We kept one of her kittens which my sister and I won out on in the naming and we named her Baby. It was an apt name and that cat was a stupid little baby cat for her whole life.
Blue, on the other hand, was a ****ing killer. This cat was the type that was laying dead birds and mice at your feat on the regular. She would stand her ground against dogs. She had no problem with us or without us, but she loved us. Once we got dogs she was their boss. I enjoyed it. On occasion, as a teen, I would get deli meat out of the fridge and all the pets (2 dogs, 2 cats) would gather around and I'd toss a few bits to Blue and she'd proudly eat them while the other pets stood watching. Then I'd give Blue a bigger chunk and then give the dogs and Baby a little treat. As long as Blue had her fill they were okay, but they would eat with sideward glances at Blue making sure she was okay with it. At the end I'd pick Blue up and give her lots of love and tell the other animals to go away.
One of my favorite moments was when she was sunbathing in the light of the backyard sliding glass door that I had open about 8". I was sitting there with her and a bird flew smack into the glass and then flopped onto the ground for a few seconds, kind of dazed. Blue stood up and did a sort of WTF thing before knowing what needed to happen. She ran out and pounced on the bird and killed it within 4 second of it hitting the glass. This cat was a cold hearted killer, and I loved her for it.
Blue eventually died from cancer of the mouth. At the end she couldn't eat after losing most of her teeth. This was a cat that was in my life from about 7 years old until 18 years old, and she wasn't young when we took her in.
So anyway, I'm a cat person.