This Troper has a cat for eleven years who was really shy and elusive. She wasn't very affectioned with me and didn't even purr. But every time I had a bad day and went to my room to cry in silence, the cat would come to my bed (she didn't do that otherwise), start purring and giving me massages. Once recovered, she would leave and return to her aloof self.

This Troper's cat Lana started off as simply standoffish and became downright crabby after her children were born, picking fights with all the other cats in the house--her sister, her sister's children, our other cat Macio, and even her adult children from previous litters.

This tropette had a cat for nearly 10 years, and he didn't become mean until 6 years in. However, he's usually a nice cat who greets the family members every morning. For some reason, he only gets like this whenever he's taken to the second floor of the house.

Maybe he's scared of heights?

No. It's due to not being a "lap cat", which I wish he would become NOW.

Also, on 10/30/10, I picked up a kitten that lived with two other kittens and it mauled me. I tried to calm it down, which took about 9 seconds. It sank its claws into my hoodie. Ironically, it's a girl kitten.

This troper has two cats and his grandparents and aunt have three cats collectively, so he's experienced a variety of cats. My two are mostly out going and at worst annoying when they cry for food. They'll put up with stuff that other people have remarked their cats would scratch for. One of the three cats mentioned before was a stray, and mostly dislikes people, and apparently only liked this troper's grandma, though he's mellowed out some in his old age. Another is very shy and rarely comes out at all, and the other one is more typical and while she isn't mean, she definitely does whatever she wants.

This editor currently has four cats. Two are hyperactive little bastards, one comes in only for food, and the last one is a {{Tsundere}}. More 'tsun' than 'dere' though.

In this troper's experience, cats are in fact mostly by nature sweet despite their sometimes aloof attitude. Most nasty or mean cats this troper has met were mistreated and/or abused, which is way more a human's fault.

Agreed. this troper has had three cats, her brother has, in her memory, owned ten, and her sister has had four. They have all been sweet as sugar, except the one found injured and abandoned in a bin.

It varies. This troper's cat is a fat fuzzball who's been coddled and sheltered since he was a tiny kitten, but he still only lets me pet him once in a blue moon. Each cat if different, and some are just naturally jerks.

This troper's mother had a cat who died the same day she did. The cat was not sick or injured; the death was out of left field. Cats are obviously a lot more connected to their humans then they let humans believe. Or maybe we're too focused on them not acting like needy dogs to notice.

Coincidence?

Truth in television: This troper has had experience with all kinds of beasts, from rodents to cats and dogs to sheep and horses. The ones causing most grief? Good ol' ''felix domesticus''. So Yeah.

This troper has only experienced one cat that fit this trope, her grandmothers cat, Ginger. She was okay before she got fixed, but after that you were only allowed to touch her head. Unless you were a guy. In her experience, birds are mean little bastards more so that cats. Have you had experiences with non-finger-trained birds of any kind? Or tried to ''train'' non-finger-trained birds? Or even been near a mean-spirited raptor? Or angry owl?

This troper's experience with cats has been mostly positive. She guesses that it varies with cat to cat.

This troper's father has a favorite saying: 'If a cat hates you, it says more about you than it does about your cat.'

What if your cat likes you most of the time, but decides that after an hour of love, you need a few minutes of horrible scars all over your legs and hands to balance it out?

This is totally true. If your cat is shredding you, you're doing something wrong. Cats never do something for no reason.

That is totally untrue. Restlessness, boredom, lack of attention, too much catnip, all of these things can make a cat aggro. If you move your hands too fast, they become irresistible prey.

Well, cats do like small moving things, but they try to be gentle when play-fighting. You'll only get superficial scratches from that. If a cat causes serious harm to you, they're scared out of their wits. I've also had cats (that were abused) apologize after hurting me, making it pretty clear that they didn't really want to do it. And one of my cats, when she got ''really'' upset, would move as if to bite me, and then stop herself at the last second and lick me instead.

This troper's experience with cats has ''also'' been positive, although she has a scar on her shoulder thanks to one rather timid fuzzball freaking out at the sight of the pizza guy. Also, one of her other two cats has a bad habit of nipping if you're not paying him what he feels is enough attention. Ironically, the most mellow of the three is the rescued stray.

This troper would like to add another notch to the overall positive experience with cats. Her cat can be a bit moody at times but is an overall pleasant companion. Her grandmother also had three cats at one point. One of those cats was a stray that she adopted, and this troper has to say that he was the sweetest most appreciative cat that she's ever met.

Complete inversion here with one (of three) current/previous cats... He's a large, lean orange cat (larger than most small dogs), and is ''insanely'' friendly. Purrs at anything, and will only use his paws to grab/push a person (and he ''has'' claws, just doesn't use them).

Exactly the same story here. One of our current cats is ''also'' orange, larger than small dogs (including our own) and incredibly friendly. The only difference is, due to being raised by the dog, he doesn't purr so much as wag his tail ''constantly'' when he's happy.

Do you think your cats might be Maine Coons? This troper also has a gigantic orange cat who is extremely friendly, and he is a Maine Coon cat. They tend to have doglike personalities. This troper's kitty actually licks people's faces; it's adorable.

This troper's cats have rarely ever been mean, except for one male cat who was a bully to his sister's "boyfriend", and any other cats who got in his way (including, eventually, his sister). He got even worse after he was neutered. But the other cats have pretty much been just needy, neurotic {{Cloudcuckoolander}}s.

This troper once had a cat who was quite pleasant, but whose serial killer-like eating habits should be mentioned here. He would catch mice, and then eat everything except the ''face.'' Not the head, just the face. Which would more often than not be left staring face up from the ground...

This troper's cat often goes outside and trots happily back in with a mouse in her mouth. Much of the time, the mouse is still ''alive'', and squeaking.

A few years ago, this troper's neighbour was breastfeeding. One night, she went to sleep with her top off. Comfort in Australian summer, y'know. She woke up to a sharp pain in her breast and a satisfied cat on her chest. Yes. It drank her breast milk, and there wasn't enough left for the baby.

This troper's aunt once kept a tomcat who appeared to hate everything and would maul any child who approached him. There was also an incident in which she, sitting in a chair at a bed-and-breakfast, was happily enjoying her book when the local kitty approached her. She looked up and put down the book for a moment--and the cat leapt into her lap, bit her in the arm, and ran for it. (Because of these incidents, she used to cherish a mild phobia of cats. She has since grown to know several nicer ones, but is quite firmly a dog person.)

If this troper is around, the cat will often refuse to eat unless this troper presents the food to him. He can be in a scratchy-bitey-hating-the-world mood, this troper will pick him up, and he will purr and nuzzle her. She thinks it's cute. The family doesn't.

This is both an Inversion and a Tear Jerker. This troper had a female tabby cat named "Cookie." When Cookie was 18, it was found that she had an aggressive tumor on her belly. Combined with her failing kidneys and hyperactive thyroid, this troper's family decided to put her down the second week of March 2007. Things accelerated to the point where we didn't want to her to suffer, so we moved the appointment up to 7:00 on February 28th. She spent her last six hours of life on this Troper's lap.

This Troper (who loves cats so much that it's part of his username) has experienced a veritable ''rainbow'' of cat personalities. When he was born, his mother's fat old cat, Reva, was grumpy, but patient, quiet and not troublesome. Then we met Butterball, an abandoned farm kitten, who grew into quite possibly the greatest cat in the history of everything. Butterball was incredibly patient, fiercely loyal, a lightning-quick learner, and the sweetest guy around. When Reva died we got a silver tabby called Dazzler who destroyed everything in sight, inflicted grievous injuries, and antagonized even the patient Butterball, and we had to give her away. For a while we were a one-cat household. But then Butterball was hit by a car, and we held an actual funeral at our house, inviting all our friends. One friend who's a historical reenacter actually staged a 21-gun salute. So, naturally, when we got another cat, it had to be the same breed as Butterball (yellow tabby). We saw an ad for two tabbies up for adoption at the local pet shelter (a package deal), so we rushed out on an impulse, and brought a pair of the most batshit-insane pets in history into our lives. We named them Toby and Sensei. They were both approximately the same size and weight when we got them (even though one was five years old and the other was three months), both skinny little things. Since then, Sensei, the elder, has grown to Garfield-esque proportions. He also likes to sit on balls of yarn like he's hatching eggs, and intrude between me and a book or laptop in order to make bread on my stomach for hours on end. But he is very quiet and mellow, at least until he encounters another cat (or any animal) who is not Toby, in which case he metamorphes into a demon, capable of moving faster than any cat, even a normal-sized cat, I've ever seen. Even his voice changes, from a high, soft mew into a low, guttural roar. I've seen Sensei fight off not just other cats, but raccoons and even sizeable dogs. Meanwhile, Toby, the younger, has remained a tiny little slip of a cat, but he is never quiet and calm at all. He's not quite as destructive as Dazzler, but he comes close. He attacks everything (including Sensei, who puts up with a lot), leaves disemboweled baby rabbits on the doorstep (I didn't know what sound rabbits made until I watched Toby get ahold of one), and displays a remarkable propensity for shoving things off of tables, shelves, and counters. Also, while Sensei is remarkably light-footed despite his size, the small, thin Toby sounds like he's wearing army boots whenever he walks.

Oh, and one time, I was letting Toby chase a toy mouse on a string across the floor. On a whim, I let him catch it and gave him some slack on the line. He picked up the toy mouse, carried it across the room, and put it in my slipper. Thank goodness we don't have a ''real'' rodent problem.

This troper has an aunt who i the epitome of a crazy old cat lady and said aunt had an older cat named Figgy. Now Figgy HATED anything that moved within five feet of it and this troper's dislike of cats comes from that damn animal

Justified in the case of this troper's cat, who has every right to hiss, growl, claw, and otherwise maim this troper, considering the horrific and overzealous "cuddling" this troper puts her through on a daily basis. Whenever this troper's mother sees her "cuddling" the cat, she will shout "Stop stretching the cat!"

This troper's cat used to have a reputation for being a constant bully to other cats and various people. Said cat being a huge black Norwegian forest cat. This troper's response to said claims was 'but he's a big softy really' and picking said cat up to the accompaniment of much purring. Said cat also sleeps on his bed, follows like a puppy, gets taken for walks, and seems to understand English. Said cat is now 17 or so, still going strong, but has calmed down a lot after a move. This troper still gets bitten and clawed, though, but has gotten used to it and has developed fast healing as a result of growing up with the kitty and its (now deceased) sister of much greater meanness and viciousness.

My cat burned me with a soldering iron. I'm not joking, she is directly responsible for a burn scar I have on my hand.

You know how cats have this thing where they bring in presents? My grandmother's cat Pumpkin used to do that. A lot. Now, before you think, oh, it's just a mouse, blah, blah, blah, this was in Hawai'i. Pumpkin would bring in mice, rats, those giant cockroaches that fly, and cane spiders. Imagine a wolf spider the size of your hand. *shudder* I had a cat later on that decided it wanted to present me with a flying squirrel... in the shower. I never had normal pets.

This troper had a cat that was a bit like that, bringing us snakes, lizards, birds, and a mole or two. This seems much more impressive when you consider that she'd been declawed by her previous owners.

Having grown up with multiple indoor/outdoor cats (they came and went as pleased them), another troper has received her share of "some assembly required" bird and rodent kits. The really bad incident for an ophidiophobe was the time a cat trotted into the house with a ''live snake'' in his mouth and ''let it go''. Best theory: he figured the two humans around were kittens in need of a hunting lesson. Her current cat isn't a hunter (fortunately for the bird, who thinks teasing the cat is a totally reasonable thing to do. The fact that the bird is four ounces at most and the cat is about fourteen pounds doesn't seem to register on the bird), but does have his own quirks, such as trying to shove the computer off his human's lap when he wants space and lately has taken to sleeping on the troper's pillow. While she's trying to use it.

The story told to this troper growing up was when they were dating, her mother's cat nearly clawed her father's groin off when he came to the door. Given the fact that her father ended up an alcoholic asshole, the cat may have been a better judge of character than her mother (who isn't much better). Conversely for this troper, nearly every cat she herself has come across has been sweetness and light to her. Her own husband told her when they first met to not be offended if she never saw his cat as Smokey was "quite shy". Four hours later, Smokey was sleeping on her chest, purring contentedly. This is how her husband knew that this troper was a keeper.

This troper (@/{{Ripsaw}}) just ''has'' to tell this story. My Grandfather got a new cat awhile back, new kitten really, named "Shade". Now, Shade was a bit on the evil side (my private name for him at the time was "Shade of the Devil"). Anyway, my family goes up to visit shortly after he gets this cat, which takes one look at myself and my brother (about ages 16 and 12 at the time) and starts going after my brother--chasing him, clawing at him (drew blood!), and eventually "trees" him in a chair. The cat then turns around and makes a beeline toward me. I go "not gonna happen, furball", and slam my size-11 sneaker down half an inch from his nose ''while he's still charging''. He looks up at me and gets an expression saying "If your head had been in the way, you'd be dead". He then sniffs my shoe and stalks off with his tail between his legs. Fast-forward a year, we go back to visit, and the evil little thing comes to see who it is. He takes one sniff at my shoes (same pair), then goes after my brother again!

Ooh, This Troper's family had a cat called Splodge for most of my life, and he was a mean, crotchety old bastard. (Thankfully) he died a couple of years ago, at the age of at least 18.

This troper's friend has a cat who likes nothing more than sitting on me while I play video games.

This troper had a cat when she was little, who (after a rather traumatizing plane ride after he... rejected his medication...) became quite simply the most deranged cat I think I've ever come across. He'd usually come and beg to be petted, then, after he'd had enough, turn around and either claw her or bite her. Suffice to say, she has been leery of cats ever since.

This troper has a cat that's absolutely friendly and adorable... for about 99% of the time. Unfortunately, he also has the ''biggest claws I've ever seen'' on a cat. And he like to try them out. Not on the lovely scratching post we bought, oh no. He insists on scratching the fuck out of my $300 flatscreen monitor, instead. Little bastard.

One of this troper's cats is the sweetest, friendliest animal you could ever hope to meet. The ''other'' one, though... well, it's best to avoid her (and even then, sometimes she'll leap out from behind some piece of furniture and take a swipe at you as you're innocently walking by).

This troper had a cat who, by the age of three months, was nicknamed Triple H...not after the pro wrestler, but because her full name was Hateful Hussy from Hell. The name explains itself.

This troper's cat is a big and very aggressive Maine Coon by the name of Boo. Boo is very loving and affectionate towards the troper, but is liable to attack ''anything else'' that moves.

If you pet this troper's cat too long, it might decide to go crazy and scratch up your arms. Or it may fall asleep. He enjoys giving us presents. Well, he used to until he noted that we didn't eat his presents and if it was alive we'd let it go. After that, he has begun leaving us partial presents such as: The entire bottom halves of mice, a lump of organs still in the shape they would be inside whatever animal, er, donated them and on a few memorable occasions, a solitary eyeball was found. Original owner of these presents has generally been unidentifiable.

This troper's boyfriend has a cat named Eris. She was of dubious sanity ''before'' being named after the goddess of Chaos, and she isn't much better now. She'll be quite friendly a lot of the time - and then, unexpectedly, scratch one of us or be, in his words, "a little bitch", often for no apparent reason. She also bullies the dog, which is impressive considering the size difference (he's a full-grown Lab, and she's a teeny former stray), until you take into account the fact that he considers her his baby.

This troper has two cats who are both old (one's 17, the other's 10). The senior cat has lived with us since I was four years old, and has since been mostly chased out of the house by the younger cat (but still comes in for meals and hugs). The junior cat is a very nice cat, but tends to attack us when we wind her up on purpose.

This troper's Mean Cat will sit on your lap and purr happily even if you don't touch her -- and then, without the slightest change in circumstance, suddenly launch herself at your arm and bite/claw it to ribbons. ''While still purring.'' Moral of the story is that former feral cats are often AxCrazy. (The shelter neglected to mention her history until later and apparently didn't try to socialize her.)

One of this troper's best memories of college involve being flopped on her bed in a sunny spot with her roommate's cat, both dozing and Danzig (said cat) purring. ~misses the little sweety~

This troper's first cat Sebastian was more than just mean. He was villanious and also rather cunning. He scratched this troper's leg at one point (while trying to be playful). He often ''maimed'' any bird or mouse that came his way and brought their cold, dead lifeless body into the home. He also was a bit of a spoilsport. To add to this, he was a sneaky, deceitful scoundrel. Ifhe was human he would be either a Magnificent Bastard or Diabolical Mastermind.

Pandora would go out, capture a small woodland creature, drag it to the second floor bathroom, drop it in the bathtub, and watch it try to scrabble up the walls. *shiver* My most recent cat, Peanut Butter, may be more of a ProudWarriorRaceGuy: he's only ever been seen taking on foes that can fight back (and he's missing the tip of his right ear to prove it). I once saw him stalking a ''deer''.

One of this troper's cats fit this trope like a glove when it was younger. He started out fairly normal, but ran away when he was a kitten, only to come back a few weeks later Axe Crazy. He started to attack anyone who touched him, or on a bad day, anyone who walked past him. He bossed around the dog, brought chewed up bits small animals to the door, and generally just acted like an ass. On the plus side, all the nearby cats in the nieghbourhood were too scared to go near our house. As he got older, Character Derailment set in and he became more friendly to humans, although he still enjoys stalking our other cat, who is the complete opposite in behaviour to the first cat.

Cats love to roughhouse just as much as they love to cuddle, especially younger cats, and enjoy the contact so they become aloof less often. Unfortunately it means that they can randomly switch from affectionate to battle-mode. Generally, they pull their punches and don't claw or bite nearly as hard as they can, and actually get better about it the better they get at fighting. So they're really not evil, but it can seem that way when they sneak attack your arms while you're relaxingly petting them, or your feet when minding your own business.

This troper has a tiny tabby female cat. We also used to have a black and white (neutered) tom who was at ''least'' half again the tabby's size... and she used to beat him up, frequently and for no apparent reason. His only defence was holding her at foreleg's length with a paw on top of her head while she tried to attack him.

This troper's friend had a cat that was extremely bipolar. You'd be petting it, and it would be something like this: Pet it once, it's happy. Pet it twice, it's happy. Pet it three times, it's trying to consume your entire lower arm.

This editor's cat (Midnight, tomcat) is basically a subversion. We don't know exactly what happened to him early in life, but at some point he had to start fending for himself. October 2008, he discovered some people who were willing to give him food and, after a few days, let him in the house. (These people were this editor and her family.) Being an unneutered tomcat, we often joked that he was a nice cat on ''his'' terms. Violate those terms, and... yeah. Then (months later) he was neutered, and sometime after that he got sick from anti-flea treatment... only to find that these people didn't take advantage of it. And thanks to those two, he's become more trusting and more of a pet. Putting it in perspective: once, if you did something he didn't like and wouldn't tolerate, he'd more than likely go at you with teeth and/or claws. Now he slaps with a paw (sans claws) first, as a warning.

For the record, this (same) editor's family thinks that he probably grew up as a pet. Feral cats aren't so friendly towards humans.

This troper has two cats: the older one is the typical "Please scratch m-- TAKE THAT!" cat (she bites anyone who scratches too long or too hard). His other cat is more inventive: he used to bring live mice into the house, drop them in the living room, and watch everyone run around trying to catch them. The addition of a one-way cat door has mostly discouraged this behavior, but somehow that cat managed to get ''a live, relatively unharmed OWL'' into the house for maximum carnage. We still have no idea how: A) he managed to get through the door, and B) he did so with a live owl in tow.

This Troper's girlfriend is a recovering furry fan, and he once engaged in a discussion with her of how a puma might act if it were somehow possessed of human-level intelligence. She concluded that "Pumas are terrible people" based on their mindset being geared to be both solo and ''predatory''.

This troper's cat is a complete inversion of this trope, as she is currently trying to get on my lap and step on the computer after being pushed off the chair onto the floor numerous times. She also knows how to get onto the roof and meows through the skylight to be let in at midnight.

Our cat is often quite social, jumping on our laps when we come home and sit down and stuff, sitting in a chest filled with nice soft bedclothes and a blanket on top in my room, but if he wants food or to get out, he'll meow until he gets it. At 3 AM. Fun times. Also, ever since my sister, his original mommy replacement, left home, he's taken on the habit of clawing into my flesh when he sits on my lap or I pick him up. maybe it's just age, though.

In This Troper's household, three out of four cats are more friendly than not. Then there is the little loaf of orange fur that showed up one day in the rain. He was sweet as syrup until we had him neutered. Now he is a full-grown fiend, a tyrant, an ankle-biter, a hellion. Whose nicknames are still Skitty-cakes and Baby Boo. Yeah, I live in a weird house.

It's not uncommon for people in rural areas to dislike cats in Australia, especially farmers, due to the fact that feral cats are the worst thing that has ever happened to this country's fauna apart from humans. Cats go back to their predator roots very quickly once they go wild, and thusly that sweet little kitty can turn into a viscious killer given enough time. It's true that it's just normal cat instinct and this is humanity's fault, but it's not unreasonable to hate cats after you see them kill countless endangered species, harass chickens, pets, and livestock, and attack your kids.

Most of the kitties this troper has encountered are reserved and occasionally affectionate, even the slightly wild ones. At one point we had two cats on our property that would approach us, a shy one and one that was super friendly that always followed us everywhere. My sister got a little kitty from somebody else, and put it outside with the other cats, and we paid more attention to it than the other two. That cat was found with its guts removed less than a week later, with the supposedly friendly cat's claws bloody. {{Yandere}}, perhaps?

This troper had a cat named Socks during his middle school years who was a very affectionate, if a bit spacey, fellow to us yet would hiss, growl, and hide for hours from anyone who didn't live in our house. Eventually he had to be put on Prozac, which was kind of hilarious at first, making him even more neurotic than before. Sadly he had kidney failure and grew weaker to the point where I had to help him get up onto beds and stuff. He spent much of his last few days sleeping, and the night before he had to be put to sleep he was laying on my bed and I had to spend the entire evening, dinner included, in my room since whenever I'd leave the room he would start crying. Our current cat, Daisy, averts this trope ''hardcore'' since she's an incredibly ditzy FriendToAllLivingThings.

This troper once watched his brother's pet cat, Quincy, disembowel a still-living fly for what seemed to be its own amusement. Somehow managing to still look cute the entire time. There are few things that make one as thankful for the small size of housecats as seeing something like that.

This Tropers's Friend's cats are nice, but just...appear. His friends explanation? Quantum tunneling.

This Troper's father loves telling stories about the mean cats he's encountered, being a fellow cat lover. Such as the darling little bundle of orange fluff he noticed while passing the hospital once... that promptly flayed his arm open when he tried petting it. When he went inside, several people guessed, accurately, that he'd just had a run-in with the sweet little kitten that had been hanging around outside for a while...

We kept my uncle's cat, Tibby, for a while when he was in an apartment that didn't allow pets. The thing was insane. It'd sit on your lap for an hour, purring... then reach up and claw your face. Then go back to purring if you didn't immediately eject him. My mother has a scar on her arm nearly six inches long from that cat. If you started to go to bed, he'd run ahead of you, jump up, and sit across the bed (he was long enough to do that) staring at you, daring you to get close enough to move him so he could bite you. He also terrorized our other cats, which was in fact the final impetus for getting rid of him. He chased one of our cats so much the cat was forced to climb the wall in a singularly impressive LeParkour incident that saw him go from floor to a vertical six-foot jump into a wall, off of which he rebounded into a jump clear across the kitchen. Tibby responded by watching all of this, coming over and clawing this troper viciously as I slept on the couch. We called him the Cat Cousin From Hell. All of my other cats have been very nice, in their own way.

This Troper's cat has subverted this. She is the sweetest, loveliest and daftest cat ever, but people are terrified by her because she's ''bigger than a small dog''.

This Troper grew up with an un-neutered male cat in the house. Then, there was my Grandparents cat, Patches.

This Troper's aunt once had a cat with a vendetta against snakes. He would harass, exhaust, and kill even rattlesnakes.

This Troper works at [=PetSmart=], and as such has come across every kind of cat - sweet, hyperactive, aloof, and of course ''mean.'' One cat who was up for adoption was called Lily. Aside from having an oddly-shaped, too angular face and a low-hanging stomach flap, Lily was also exceedingly bad-tempered. If she was let out of her cage for any reason, the only way to get her back in was to wrap a towel around her and hope she didn't wriggle loose. Amazingly (and much to this Troper's relief), Lily was eventually adopted.

This Troper fondly remembers a female cat we had called Bretelles. She probably had been mistreated before, as when we went to take her adult from the shelter, she could be quite violent from time to time. This Troper's mother shown her who's the real boss, and she calmed down... Mostly. She was a Nice Bitch. She'd be hugged and cuddled on demand and always on HER term. Everybody got one growl-warning if she didn't liked what you did, and even if she was happy of some affection, it mostly went out as a purr/growl hybrid. Until she started growling. However, Bretelles also was magnificiently beautiful, and always kept watch at this Troper's bed until he fell asleep (he was 8 at the time). She was a Huntress. She got into a fight with every single cat in the area (wild suburb) save one (a pacifist male), she got into fight with racoons, foxes and weasels. And she was a reaaaal jerk to the local dogs. One of her favourite game was going to clean herself 2 inches away from the dog's bite range when he was leashed. She also once went to eat from the neighboor's hunting dog's food bowl outside while the dog looked trough the pexiglass door, less than a feet away. She went out during the coldest nights of Quebec's winter, and was afraid of nothing, and knew how to open doors (simple ones, off course). She died while pursuing a weasel on a neighboor's swimming pool during fall, and the ice broke down under her weight... Farewell, Bretelles.

This Troper's cat is a bastard. He is around 12-years-old and his name is Trouble. He is showing no signs of aging. He's an all around mean cat (Except when he wants to be petted or wants food, of course). Very much a {{Tsundere}} most of the time, as well.

This troper is mad for cats. I'm a future That Lady With All the Cats, though I only have one right now. There's a lovely, sweet one-eyed calico cat who has been hanging out in this neighborhood for months now. She's either a friendly stray that someone's been feeding or somebody's pet outdoor cat, I'm still not quite certain which. I've maintained since she first showed up in March or so that I would bring her inside (* let* her inside, actually; there have been at least two occasions I had to go out by a different door than I'd intended because she was so determined to come in) in a heartbeat if not for the "no new pets" rule in my lease and the fact that I'd really hate to steal someone's pet. She'll normally come running when she sees me or if I call her. But not when I saw her this afternoon as I came home from work. She didn't come to me when I called and sort of frowned when I went over to see her. Turns out she'd taken down an adult rabbit. And found a baby to play with. I thought of going to take it away from her, but I figured it was pretty much done for and I wasn't likely to get involved without being bitten by one or both of them, so I let her be. The ferocity with which she bit at its back and neck when she picked it up to carry away still kind of freaks me out hours later. As does the fact that I kept hearing that weird, nasal chirp it started making when she grabbed it on and off all afternoon. Either she found more, or that poor thing lasted a really long time.

This troper recalls two cats she has owned that are either badass or Cats Are Mean exapmles. First up was a gray longhaired tomcat with green eyes whom i called Father Gray Gray. When i was around 9,i had the pick of a litter of kittens and i wanted the ugly mangy clump of hair tomcat that had fathered them. my cousins were confused...I was an odd kid. Gramps said if i could catch the bastard i could keep him. It took me all day but i stuffed him a bucket and dumped him into a cat carrier that he nearly broke out of in afit of rage,yowling all the way. my mom threatened to toss him out onto the busy highway if he didn't shut up. It took about two weeks for him to actually get used to me but after that,he was my best baby. I would carry the 13 lbs tomcat around like a ragdoll and he would tolerate it. Then...he started earning his name. In the space of 4 months,there was a sudden explosion of cats roaming the neighborhood.All fathered by Gray Gray.Ever kitten he brought home to proudly show them off.The total was 64. And he didn't like anybody BUT me. He would jump onto American bulldogs and pitbulls and chase them down the street.He would bring home snakes,rats,birds,and chimpmunks.one time he dragged home a 8 lb catfish from the river.He would terrorize the gangmembers squatting on the corner playing craps by running over and jumping on the head of whoever was lowest to the ground.And then the rival cats appeared. One time i refused to let him out when he saw a black tom outside my window. He decided to take a running leap and BREAK the window,flying outside and attacking the poor challenger.He met his end when a evil whore of a neighbor poisoned him. i found him in the backyard where he had used the last of his strength to crawl over the fence and apparently tried to reach my window,slowly dying. I cried for hours until he finnaly slipped away in my lap.Rest in peace,Father Gray Gray...

And the second was Ziggy(Ziggaraut) a whitish female shorthair who had some siamese mixed in her. i had found her in a car with her sister,whom my sister adopted. When she was a kitten she would scream and hiss as if possessed. when she got older she mellowed out and just loved me to bits.she was...confused.I think i raised her wrong. She would follow me around constantly--even when i was out in the field chasing goats and sheep. she got the bright idea to run alongside them and jump on thier backs. i think she was trying to help me catch them. she got stepped on,kicked, and one time she got stuck to a sheep's back and it promptly reared up and dropped onto its back,squishing her. she recovered.She thought she was a dog--she would eat with the dogs on the chains,the only cat able to as our dogs regulary eat the other strays squatting here on the farm.She even tried to take on a groundhog,which can kill most dogs.She had come home after two days,walking up to me nonchalantly, and i pick her up and see that her tail is mangled beyong repair and...something had attempted to rip her ass out.I could see her guts shifting around through the hole. We used a castrating band to remove her tail---and she attacked everything,including me, for three days in a pain-induced rage.She slammed into doors and windows trying to get at me or my dad,screaming. An unlucky customer had decided to get out of his car when i told him he'd best stay in had Ziggy bury her claws in his crotch as soon as i said that.One time she jumped off the roof to land on my back and bite me right between the shoulder blades. i was rolling around on the porch trying to dislodge her. After her tail finaly fell off and the wound closed up,we found a groundhog's tooth. She mellowed out...and died sveral months later after fighting off feral toms while in heat. She,too,had attempted to drag herself back to the house before dying. Sigh...I liked her. And i'm a dog person.

This troper's cat may be spoiled rotten, but is perfectly friendly to her and a few other select people he deems worthy of his attention, and just is misunderstood by most of her friends who believe he's a hell-spawned messenger of Satan. I say "most" friends because a few have actually managed to piss him off enough to really ''earn'' that title, and the rest of it is mainly just a case of NeverLiveItDown.

Several cats that come to this troper's mind:

The first one belonged to my parents around the time they got married, and he was referred to even now as "psycho"; his favorite pasttime was leaping from out of nowhere and landing ''smack'' on a person's chest (usually knocking the air out of them), either from across the room or, in one situation, clear down a darkened stairway. When my mom was pregnant with her first child, she had to give the cat to someone else for fear that he'd attempt this with the infant.

The second one was separated from his mother at an early age, rescued from a boat by one of my classmates, and given to us when he was about one or two months old. Having had only that little contact with his mom, the cat was a complete spitfire; he would hiss, spit, and swipe at us whenever we tried to pet him, with the sole acceptions being at mealtime. It wasn't until after we got another kitten via my sister's babysitting job that "Zeke" mellowed out a little, becoming fast friends with the little runt and spending a lot of his time with her. Even after that, though, he remained a surly, overweight slob (I used to call him such things as "the black slug" and do Jabba the Hutt impressions in his presence), a fur machine, a spitting hissing fiend right up to his death; my mom recalls that on one trip to the groomer, he drove said groomer to the point of profanity.

This troper's sister has a cat that's normally aloof, but for no reason at all, when this troper sat at the table, the cat jumped up and bit her finger. The same cat has also tried to scratch her several times.

This troper has five cats(three deceased) of varied personalities. our first cat, named Orange(coz, well uh, it was orange), was very adaptive(probably due to my father having a thing against animals, and my "uncomfortable" petting), it has learned to open the cupboards beneath the sink to hide. the next one( a white bobtail) had a very cute habit of sucking anything vague similar to a nipple(it thumbsucks, both mine and his). It touched my heart. the other three were a black stray, a white Persian, and her son. the white Persian(named Pearl) and the black stray had the opposite of their expected personalities, Pearl being a complete bitch and the stray the perfect woobie. As for Pearl's son, nicknamed Plush, is painfully nice, crazily soughts to be pet, and considers my hands as a separate being from me.

A friend of mine had a cat which, while I wouldn't call it actively evil, was terrifying. How terrifying? The cat and owner once shared a house with a couple of BadAss Bikers. One day the owner (the only living being unafraid of the cat) was out and the cat decided to take over the bathroom. Neither BadAss was willing to try moving the cat so they sent their Norwegean Ridgeback in to scare it off. Said Big Mean Dog was sent fleeing with it's tail between it's legs and the Biker's gave up in disgust. As far as this troper is concerned the CrowningMomentOfAwesome for the cat.

This Troper's grandma has had awful luck with felines over the years. Every cat she's ever met has been a vicious, conniving little wretch to her. Except for our cat Popcorn, who absolutely loves her. Too bad she's a brat and my grandma hates her.

My cousin owned this one stupid mean cat when I picked him up to pet him the little bastard scratched me and gave me a scar going down my arm.

Don't even get this troper started on her cat, Scooter. In just a split second, she can go from purring, snuggling ball of fluff, to clawing, biting demon-spawn!

Inverted, however, with this troper's other cat, Vinny, who purrs on a whim and loves nothing more than to curl up and snuggle (he doesn't get along with Scooter, though).

This Male Troper feels a need to point out his parent's experiences with cats; my father absolutely adores the things to death, and his childhood experiences were positive (and orange cat named Heathcliff, who let him get away with putting him in a duffel bag and running around with it; the two loved each other to death), who sadly had to be put up for adoption once it was revealed that my father was near-deadly allergic to the thing. Contrast this male troper's mother, who is of an opinion with this trope, and knew an outdoor cat named Sascha who lived for longer than twenty(!) years, had a habit of purring so that your petting hand would be in biting range (a favourite tactic in its old age; when my aunt disregarded my Uncles wanring, it used its last bit of strength to bite her), would activel hunt the neighbourhood children and once TOOK DOWN A FREAKIN' WEASEL. My Mom still swears that the cat was possessed by the devil. I just think she was the felix reincarnation of Revy from Black Lagoon.

My mother-in-law's cat will not let anyone but my mother-in-law pet her.

After cutting my arm with a razor on a dare, a friend's mother asked me about the bloody marks. I told her I got into a fight with a cat, and she accepted that as a plausible answer. Because she knows cats can be ''that'' mean.

Only one of This Troper's cats is mean. The other 3 are ridiculously nice.

Most people don't seem to have a clue how cats communicate. I often see people trying to be nice to a cat but being really annoying or even hurting the cat by mistake, and the cat is clearly trying to tell them to cut it out, but they don't get the message until the cat attacks. Then they whine that the cat attacked them for no reason. Well, the cat made a reasonable effort to resolve the situation amicably, but it didn't work. Dogs, on the other hand, are a lot easier for most humans to read, and also a lot more malleable. They'll put up with something they don't like just because they like the person who's doing it to them.

This Troper owns a rather grumpy cat, who enjoys sharing the pillow of a night. Unfortunately, when he feels that Troper has had enough sleep, he wakes her up by sitting on her throat and ''slowly cutting off her air supply, until she wakes up from lack of oxygen''. He will then quite happily head-butt her in the face and act like he hasn't tried to suffocate her. Bless.

This Troper has a very large pet Maine Coon, who acts quite decent towards even total strangers, except for an annoying habit of sleeping on people at night. However, this Easter she gave us the "gift" of seven dead baby rabbits upon our return from church. She seemed upset when we flipped out and this troper still feels bad about it. Our neighbors love her for it though, because she keeps pests out of their garden and will keep them company during yard work.

This troper actually attended a guest lecture where the dude had a pet ''ocelot'' and let her out, where she proceeded to run around the lowest level making the "Hello!" noises and rubbed her head on peoples' legs. He stated that this kind of behaviour is ''VERY'' rare and that he owned a Serval in the past who he really wouldn't have trusted with other people, mostly because he would try to play with people by clubbing their hands (which ''hurts'' when a Serval is doing it, mind you) and wasn't declawed so he would accidentally scratch people while purring for attention.

This troper's brother's family owns a female Siamese named Sadie. Her other name is Bitchcat. This cat will only allow you to pet her on ''her'' terms. Otherwise, it's bite and scratch time. She does this to everyone, even the relatively few people in the house she likes. She also will antagonize the tubby male Hemingway cat who also lives there, despite having ended up "treed" on top of the refridgerator by said tubby cat in the past, among other related incidents. The three other cats in the house (including Runto the tubby cat) are very nice, with Runto in particular being a lapcat.

This troper's cat was so inclined to scratching, that he had to be declawed for the safety of the two (at the time) young children in the house. Nothing else would get him to stop. He still has his back claws, though, and he still has teeth. And he is not afraid to use either of them. He also will poop on the floor if someone has the audacity to shut him out of their bedroom. (And when he's there, more often than not, he will fake being affectionate towards you...just to take over your pillow.) Her previous cat (who, sadly, got hit by a car) was the exact opposite of this trope.

This troper owned 3 cats at one point. One of them averts this trope completely, as he is sweet as can be and constantly seeks my attention. The other is a bit of a very big attention seeker but can be a bit of a {{Tsundere}} at times because he can be very jealous. The third, my oldest cat, was {{Kuudere}} as can be. Sadly, he ran away one day...T_T

This troper's cat is named Lilith for a reason.

This troper used to have three cats, two boys and one girl. The eldest was one of the boys and was generally just lazy as hell. The other two were from the same litter and were as different as night and day. The boy was affectionate and liked laying on peoples laps and being petted. The girl hated it and clawed you if you tried it, then would immediately run. This troper managed to win its affection by chasing it around for almost an hour and finally catching it. (It needed to be taken to the vet.) After that, although still not affectionate, it wouldn't scratch anymore if this troper tried to stroke it.

I swear my cat is bipolar. Maybe all cats are. But she’s nice to me half the time and mean to me the other half—sometimes switching between within the same minute. I can’t really predict what mood she’ll be in, ever. If I pick her up and put her on my lap—she’ll never go there herself—she might sit with me for an hour, she might scratch me, or she might look totally content for a few seconds then scream and leap away. However when friends visit she’s almost always openly hostile to them. If I’m the only one home she’ll be nice and loving and purr. My friends’/relatives’ cats are always nice to me. However, true to the trope, my uncle used to own a mad Russian Blue. He was tortured as a kitten from the local children, before being rescued by him.

This Troper's five to six-year-old Dreaded Black Beast of AAAAAAAUGH cat Sirus who my sister named after Sirius Black (but she kept pronouncing his name "Cyrus" for some reason) is almost always a grouchy piece of work. Sirus is prone to biting, scratching, doesn't get along with the other cat, and every now and then gets into a fight. This Troper actually found him in a basement with the lower half of a squirrel's body in his mouth. He does show a softer side occasionally, mostly when he wants to knead on my blankets and turns into a big, fat mass of purring fuzz. This Troper's mother was recently subject to him in an extremely rare affectionate mood; hopping up to sit on her lap when he hates being held and actually followed her to a nearby park concert when he usually leaves us alone. I'm only sad I wasn't there to see it myself.

The reason why this troper is a dog person (well, that, and the fact that I'm allergic to cats).

Subverted by this female troper's cat.Her beloved tabby is an absolute sweetheart towards her, purring and rubbing her legs, curling up to sleep in her lap, nuzzling her hands and giving kitty-kisses, and even sleeps curled up at her side at night (sometimes under the covers). However, to everyone else, she's...not really horrible, but a lot more strand-offish, never purrs in others' presence, and when troper went on vacation and gave her room to her roommate for the weekend, roommate said that the cat absolutely REFUSED to share the bed, even glaring at her.

This troper would like to pay tribute to a major aversion of the trope: Thank you George, the cold and unfriendly cat who belonged to her aunt. When he saw the baby having a seizure, he ran and got my aunt, who had been doing laundry downstairs. He acted crazy until she followed him, then led her upstairs. She called 911, and my cousin has grown up into a beautiful girl thanks to the cat that never really liked people before or after the incident.

She may be a bit standoffish to people, but Mumu deserves credit for finding a kitten who had been abandoned by its mother due to its neurological problems and adopting it.

A cat on the kibbutz where this troper lives is a real sweetheart- but his claws do not full retract. This is a problem when he wants to knead your lap and you are wearing shorts. He also tends to fully extend his claws in his sleep. On the other hand, when this troper was desperately homesick, the cat walked over to her, plopped down in her lap, and even bent his paws back to protect her skin while they cuddled.

I actually have not had a mean cat that I remember. I heard my last cat Delilah was a bitch though. One of my first cats (really my sisters) was called Tigger I believe, and was apparently quite nice. My dads two current cats Mutt and Jeff (I perfer to call them Smoky and Bandit because its nicer) are amazingly nice though I've observed that the two brothers seem to fight sometimes but I just chalked it up to playing. While I was up there Smoky and/or Bandit would crawl into my lap while I was sitting there and I would just pet him/them for what felt like hours but I didn't care. I love the little guys. Whenever it rained I opened the door and let the two in. My grandmother feeds a stray cat that we call Friend(we weren't original when naming her) that I love to pet when I see her. My aunt also used to feed a stray called Boyfriend (think DistaffCounterpart) who was at times a pain but had never really attacked me, may he rest in piece(he's buried in the aunts backyard along with two of another aunts dogs). Theres a reason a dog person like myself wants a cat. I will call him Wash. Full name Agent Washington Mylastnamebutcensoredhere(pets in my family get a middle name and the main owners last name cause they are considerde a part of the family), but it'll be a while before I can get him. If I can get a second I will name her Agent/Alli Texas Mylastnamecensoredagain.

My grandma's cat. She got better in the weeks she/he was about to die. Oh, and my sister's stupid cat. Bubbles was a fricken nasty cat who attacked ''everybody'' (except my dad, largly because the cat needed someone to be friends with so she wouldn't get kicked out). My sister eventually gave the cat up to us because she hated it too (Justified as she's 9, and she tried for years to like the cat, even though it attacked her.) Luckily, my own cat Jessica is an inversion, and she would openly hit Bubbles.

This troper's cat averts this trope totally. She is very sweet and often likes to sleep with this troper (cue ''Awwwwwwwws''). However this troper's grandmother's one cat plays this trope straight. This troper is afraid of that cat and prefers not to look at her.

Both of this troper's cats were extremely affectionate, with his own cat coming when he called and actually developing depression when he left for college, but after his own cat died his little sister's cat, always the more aloof of the two, actually sought him out and would not leave his side for hours, nuzzling him and purring the whole time to try and comfort him. In contrast, this troper's dogs have been respectively insanely agressive (though to be fair this was caused by poor breeding) and a utterly ungrateful little monster (this one was just obnoxious)

This Troper has four cats (one for each member of the family), and they all have different variations of this:

'''Buddy:''' Dad's cat, Black Bombay, and completly avoids it. He's the only male ''pet'' in the entire house, and is thus "leader of the pride", yet freely plays with the other cats and gives Headbutts Of Love out to everyone.

'''Allie:''' Mom's cat, Siamese-Tortoise Shell hybrid (75% Siamese, 25% Tortie). Used to be very skittish, and only liked being around Mom. She's gotten better, though, and has since gotten to like everyone (except Dad and her ArchEnemy ((we'll get to her later)).)

'''Fred:''' Allie's twin-sister, Siamese-Tortoise Shell hybrid (25% Siamese, 75% Tortie) my sister's cat, and the fattest animal in the house. She barely leaves my sister's room, and hates her twin. She's also scared shitless of my father, and shoots off like a bat out of hell whenever he comes around.

And last, but not least, '''Charlotte:''' My cat, yet another Tortie (not a hybrid this time), and the bitchiest of the bunch. Before the twins entered the house, she was just a medium {{Tsundere}}, being Tsun-Tsun to the other animals and Dere-Dere to the humans (especially me and my mom). After they came in, though, she went into full-on Tsun-Tsun mode, and has been spitting and batting at ''everyone'' ever since. The only person she shows her Dere-Dere side to is me. She spends most of her time in my room, follows me around the house, and whines whenever I'm not around.

This troper own two cats, one of which is just the most lovable, adorable, fat little guy ever. The other cat is... not. Her name is Frootloops, and she's absolutely beautiful. Because of her cuteness, it's like impossible NOT to pet her- and that's when she strikes. Just a few weeks ago, she craned her neck out like she wanted me to pet her. I did, and she suddenly wrapped her tiny paws around my wrist and held my arm down so she could gnaw the center of my hand. Her freakiness is so infamous, that one of my friends has decided the best prank ever is to tell new people that Froot's the nicest cat ever, so they go to pet her and... (Er, I've told her not to do that anymore, btw. I don't want to end up getting sued or something) she has once scratched my arm open and then sneezed into the wound. She's usually really clever and funny about her cruelty, though, so as long as she's doing it to someone else it's hilarious. (She once started to cough up a hairball, so hopped up onto an antique bookshelf just so she could aim it right down into my mom's shoes. She also has a rather hysterical war going on with my older sister.She's gotten a little better with age; however, I'm not sure she's really becoming nicer so much as she's finally completely lost it.

This Troper once worked at an animal shelter where virtually all the cats were either this or couch potatoes in cat form. The mean ones were often after the nicest cat, Jake, who was a munchkin and thus light enough to sit on the ceiling fan when it was off, thus providing hours of entertainment as they jumped and crashed to the ground. And it was okay to laugh because only the JerkAss cats were trying it in the first place. Jake eventually learned to operate the door knob on one door by jumping onto it (it was a push down to lock, straight bar knob) from the table, and once locked all but two of the mean cats in a room together by themselves. He's still a MemeticBadass spoken of fondly to this day by shelter employees.

This Troper's boyfriend's former roommate had a cat who would sit on your lap as if he wanted to be petted, but as soon as you laid a hand on him, would dig his claws into your legs and leap off. He was a very handsome cat, but a total jerk.

Of my aunt's three current cats, one plays the trope straight and two completely subvert it. Cow, the mean cat, isn't actually her cat anymore; he just comes in to eat and hisses when people try to pet him, though he's apparently friendly enough with his other families. Sophie is a very sweet cat, despite being shunted from family to family before my aunt adopted her. Whitey is a former stray who moved into her backyard and started out as mean as you'd expect, but now he's a complete lapcat (and his standoffishness towards strangers is likely due to past abuse). Both of the full-time cats know when my aunt is feeling upset and try to cheer her up, and go out of their minds with worry the times she's been in the hospital.

I swear to God that my sister's cat hates me. She doesn't like attention most of the time and she's scratched me up when I've given her too much of it several times. It's to the point my niece (my sister's daughter) has decided she doesn't like cats at all.

Inverted with my late cat Lizzy, who was the kindest, most patient creature toward people, but rather bitchy when dealing with her own species.

This troper has a large orange male who hates people (he tolerates us because we feed him, as long as we don't try to hold him). However, he LOVES our golden retriever. The feeling is mutual, as they often sit together to groom and cuddle each other. Its adorable. I would have probably gotten rid of him by now, but the dog would be sad.

This troper had a stray that befriended the other cats outside so he could eat with them. But he wanted nothing to do with us humans. He'd hiss whenever we tried to approach him. At one point, I had just had it with him. Then one day, out of the blue, he decides to tame up, and he is now one of the friendliest cats on our farm. Now, this troper has been around cats of many different personalities for most of her life, and this sort of sudden change of attitude is a new one to her. I'm pretty sure it's not rabies; we took him to the vet for ear mite treatment, and you'd think they would have spotted something if he was rabid.

This troper's cat is a complete and total inversion of this. Every time I have company over people are amazed and how social and gentle my cat is. Rather than running away she prefers to meet company at the door and immediately start rubbing against them and purring. She will submit to being being picked up and/or petted by damn near anyone and will cry when they leave because she wanted to play more.

Most of the time, my cat, Dip is pretty nice as long as you don't give him too much affection. However, I remember one time when we found a little kitten and we decided to take care of it until we can take her to the animal shelter. Dip hated the kitten so we kept the two separated. One day, the kitten disappeared and we thought nothing of it. Until one day, we found the kitten's corpse under the porch. Dip seemed ''very'' happy after that. There is no proof that Dip killed the kitten.

While my family jokes about our cat being evil and malicious, she is actually quite affectionate (and a {{Woobie}}-she has palsy and she is missing an eyelid).

This troper's cat has a weird issue where he likes to eat fabric (I kid you not; the vet diagnosed him and everything). He has a tendency to use this against my mother, to the extent that she's decided he must hate her or something. He ate the crotch out of her yoga pants the other day.

Our cat is actually pretty nice but can be very clingy and would not let any other cats get near my mom. In fact, one time, we found a kitten and had to keep her until we could take her to the shelter. Dip hissed at the kitten and we had to keep them separate. The next day, the kitten was missing and Dip was strangely happy. Later, we found the kitten's dead body.

This troper prefers "cats are rude". If a dog doesn't like something, it'll leave. If a cat doesn't like something, it'll hiss and growl. If a dog wants something, it'll get a human. If a cat wants something, it'll get it itself. But there are exceptions obviously, and being rude doesn't mean you're mean. My cat's super cuddly and friendly, and never uses his claws on a person, but if he wants to sit on your lap he really doesn't give a shit whether you need to get up.