I love cats. I have always loved cats. And I have lived most of my life with at least one cat, often times many more.
One of my earliest memories involves cats. When I was about 3 or so, our family had an orange tabby cat, Kitty George. I remember scooping kitty kibble out of a bag to fill his bowl and thinking that if he liked it, it must be good (3 year old logic, what can I say?). I remember putting a few pieces in my mouth and two things seemed to happen at once: My mother appeared as if from nowhere fussing at me for eating cat food and I came to the very quick realization that kibble was NOT TASTY. Even half a century later I have a visceral memory of stale fishiness. Gah!