Why does my cat hate me?

[TrogL]

(no I can't purr and somebody slap me silly for grammatical mistakes)

I petted it this morning and it purred. Its litter box is fine. Its urinary tract is fine. I threw my dirty shirt in the laundry pile. The cat INSTANTLY ran over and peed on it before I could even put the lid on.

Maybe I should just let it win. Ank can keep the cat and I'll move out.

[Nicholas D Wolfwood]

1. Your cat hates you because you're a dog.

If you think about it hard enough, I guarantee that's the truth behind the matter.

[sniffa]

2. because

[NJCher]

3. dunno'

Start a Web site....say, mycathatesme.com. I'm sure you'll get an answer.


Cher

[Gemini Cat]

4. Your cat was marking it's territory.

And, that territory happens to be you.

[TXlib]

5. Cats are Satan's agents on earth.

They should all be rounded up and slowly roasted in wicker baskets.

[TrogsCat]

6. I fucking hate you!!!!!!!!

Keep your goddam laundry pile off my floor. }(

[GOPisEvil]

8. Hahaha!!

Nice one! Thanks for the laugh! :D

[Trish]

7. Cat relationships

Cat relationships are like those power play ones where the only reason you love the cat is because it treats you like poop.
If your cat were overtly fond of you, it would lose its attractiveness
Kinda like a guy.......

[Fridays Child]

9. Your cat probably hates you for the same reason that...

www.mycathatesyou.com

[miss_kitty]

13. as re: www.mycathatesyou.com

hilarious! thanks!

[quisp]

10. Because you're not a can of tuna...

but if you give you're cat tuna juice (the water from the can) everyday you're cat will love you (or at least tolerate you) and maybe stop peeing on your shirts.

[polmaven]

11. Because you call

him/her "it"?

[japple]

12. How do you know

his urinary tract is fine?

[Joe Chi Minh]

14. Squirting

Much to my brother-in-law's amusement, our cat used to squirt in my shoes. What a stink! I'd worn them for so long in ignorance of its source, that by the time we rumbled what it was, I was past caring. But I think I was more careful where I left them afterwards.

Now, we've got a full-grown and pretty large cat (more like a puma, actually), who thinks it's OK to take a flying leap at my thigh and dig his claws in! Well, truth to tell, lately, when I accidentally blunder into him and curse him for getting in the way, he's just confined himself to leaping at my ankle and biting it.

I was looking at the mark just now. It's as if one of those semi-circular, multi-toothed traps - admittedly small - had closed on it. But maybe his conscience has been playing him up. It's an improvement on the more athletic leap. But he's well named Percy. A very innocent cat, who's never caught a mouse, though his predecessor, a female tabby used to, on occasions. (He's also pretty fond of the psalms, but doesn't have a lot of staying power, once I stop scratching his head and neck).

I used to happily condone his penchant for "affray" as a kind of a game - you know, ambushes - when he was a kitten, but alas it's getting tougher and tougher to see the funny side of it. Have at thee, Grimalkin!