When I got married 36 years ago, I had a cat. My husband and my cat did not get along. He claimed he hated cats. The more he ignored her, the more she tried to get his attention, which was not good.
My sister adopted my cat, since I had to make a choice. He's lucky I chose him!
Fast forward 30 years, and my husband wants a Corvette. I agreed, then later realized I had blown it. I should have told him "only if I can get a cat"!
When I told him this later he was still in his Corvette high, and he said go ahead.
My Furby came to live with us, but as wonderful as she was, as a very young cat she was diagnosed with cancer and died. I was so heartbroken at the diagnosis that my husband found another cat for me. I didn't want it, just wanted Furby cured, but he kept insisting and this kitten looked so much like Furby I gave in.
Furby lived another year and a half. During that time all my attention was on her, and the new cat looked elsewhere for a meowmie. I wasn't "her human". So after Furby died, we went back to the breeder we got the second cat from and brought home a darling little kitten who doesn't leave my side. EVER.
My son decided he wanted a cat after I got Furby, so in the end, after Furby died and I got my new baby, we had three cats in the house. Then the breeder called to say she had to get out of the business and offered us the mother of both the second and third Persian's I had.
If you are still with me I'm sure at this point you are wondering what this has to do with my husband hating cats. The momma cat decided that my husband was her human. She wore him down!
Unfortunately, she, along with my son's cat, died this past year. It was hard on all of us, but the loss of the cat that chose him as her human hit him hard. It has been nearly a year since we buried her with her (with his slippers that she loved) and he still hasn't gotten over it.
As much as I missed those cats, I was rather happy to only be buying food and litter for 2 cats vs 4, and not spending most of my time emptying litter boxes and having vet bills that even when there was nothing but normal check ups, I had to call what they handed me "williams" because they were to big to be called "bills.
I received an email from my husband a few days ago. It was a link to a Persian rescue center. Without talking to me, he had filled out an application for one of the cats! I wasn't really ready for this. The litter, the food, the grooming, the vet bills, what will we do when we make our big move in 2 years and will have to rent for awhile?
But, of course, I do not hate cats so I am now anxiously waiting to hear if we will be new parents, and in my amazon cart are a new litter box and more food and litter.
The only people that really hate cats are those that haven't had them in their lives! Cats really do leave paw prints on your heart.
My husband hates cats???? 
