Why I Hate Cats
From Chicken Soup for the Soul: My Clever, Curious, Caring Cat
By David Martin

Dogs kind of default to making friends unless provoked. Cats seem to default to making enemies unless convinced otherwise.
~Perry Elisabeth Kirkpatrick, The 12 Cats of Christmas

My name is Oreo, and I’m a ten-year-old, black-and-white Portuguese Water Dog. If you ask around the neighborhood, I think you’ll find that I’m generally regarded as a lovable canine. I’m well-mannered, polite, and friendly. Heck, I don’t even bark when someone comes to the door.

But there is one thing that does set me off: cats. Frankly, I can’t stand them. With their messy hair, beady little eyes, and pointy teeth, they just set my curly coat on end.

If you asked me when I started hating cats, I couldn’t really tell you. In fact, I can’t remember any specific feline slight aimed my way that might have caused my tabby antagonism. I just know that from the moment I could draw breath, I’ve disliked them all. As far as I’m concerned, they’re nothing more than overgrown squirrels. (Keep reading)