Or, I think I like cats. It's difficult to tell...right now, cause my judgement of them is being strongly colored by my extreme annoyance with the little ball of fur that covers everything in our apartment in long white hairs.
The cat. It has a name, but I don't condescend to use it. "Cat" or just "the cat" does fine. And sometimes "Heeeey, HEY! NO! Stupid thing..."
Don't be seduced by apparent kitty cuteness.
I try to be fair, though, you know. Cat pros and cons:
Seeing kitty poo every time I go to the bathroom.
Kitty litter under my feet in the bathroom constantly.
Fighting the urge to tell my apartmentmate to clean up after it constantly.
Finding cat hair in my food.
Keeping the door to our room shut constantly.
Gagging at canned cat food smell.
Losing half our plant, which apparently looks like catnip.
Stumbling out into the living room at 2AM to search under the coach for that dang noisy ball.
Bonding with roommate over how much we hate the cat.