I pretty much love all animals, unless they get bitey.
I would scratch my cat’s belly and she would get all bitey and clawy. It was her way of showing affection. She never bit me hard enough to draw blood.
I’m not sure how much of this was “affection”, but years ago when I was working for a radio station, one of my tasks was to go out in the middle of the night to take tower readings for the official log. One time as I was headed back toward the station, an enormous raccoon waddled up to me and followed me to the station door. He would have gladly come indoors with me but I was able to keep him out.
Later I regretted not allowing him in, then ushering him into the (universally detested) station owner/manager’s* office for a wonderful surprise later that morning. At the time however I cared just enough about keeping my job to resist the temptation.
*who, before the advent of WKRP In Cincinnati was known as “The Big Guy”. We also had a sales manager named Herb.
A roommate’s cat.
I’m a huge animal lover, but i had it in for roomies cat from to get go. I didn’t want a cat, so i refused to acknowledge it.
In a house of 5 people, the cat always slept with me. It gently licked my forehead every morning right before my alarm would go off.
It was really sweet with a dish of tiny, half dollar sized turtles i had. The cat curled it’s body around the turtle dish when it lounged. It would sometimes gingerly pat the turtles, but it never batted them around.
Looking back, it was a sweet cat and i should have been kinder to it. Same goes for roomie!
Every cat I’ve ever met. They seem to like me. I have nothing but apathy for them.