Peeking Out of the Cat-Person Closet

The last two cats I've had to deal with have muted my hatred for all things feline.

I don't mind these non-naughty cats at all, and have spent the last several hours with Chiquita (aptly named for her resemblance to a rotten banana) on my lap.

She doesn't scratch anything but the door mat, and my only complaints are cat breath and how messy she is with her litter box.

And for the record, I abhore litter boxes. Eew, eew, eew. I also still hate my old roommate's cat, and pretty much any cat that isn't the two I've met in the past month.

I am still officially a dog person, but seeing as my landlord won't allow dogs and I don't have the time for one (*cry*), this cat is a suitable alternative.