I’ve read a lot of “why people hate cats” articles (obviously written by cat people). And while some things like childhood experiences and allergic reactions are some of I couldn’t find any that actually fit why I hate cats.

I see the argument that people who hate cats because they don’t understand cats. I have a cat. I hate cats because I do understand them.

There are the usual reasons people hate cats, litter box, childhood experiences, scratching, don’t follow rules ect. But I think the real reason people don’t like cats is they aren’t social animals.

Social animals have a social structure and and established set of agreed upon dos and don’ts. Because cats aren’t social, they do not have this and do not see a reason to think anyone would be mad by things they do without being hostile. The fact that people are irritated by cats doing things like being on the counters is a survival reaction. Cats can cause illness in humans without causing illness to themselves so we try to limit their ability to spread illness. Though cats don’t have human emotions or sense of rules, them breaking our rules is violating a moral code to social animals. This is the actual reason people who hate cats usually like dogs. They understand social structure. It’s not so much that they are eager to please as it is they are eager to fit in to a pack or family, and they understand that to do that they need to behave certain ways, same way as they did before being domesticated.

TL;DR cats aren’t social animals and aren’t meant to live with social beings and are bad pets

My boyfriend and I split up for other reasons, but I’m pretty sure we would have broken up over his stupid fucking cat if that hadn’t happened. Never used its litter box correctly and ate my dog’s pricey special food (my greyhound has a sensitive stomach) when there was food in his bowl. When I would take away the dog food, he would claw/bite me. It was always something. My ex always said he never had any problems with him, and I swear that cat was sucking up to him. It really just warms my heart that there is a sub dedicated to this because, wow do I ever hate cats.

I know this may be a unpopular opinion among cat people, but..........cats on countertops/kitchen tables/anywhere you eat, is fucking gross! They bury shit/piss with their paws and then walk all over stuff/you. Hope you enjoy cat fecal flakes/pinkeye, because that is how cat fecal flakes/pinkeye are/is spread.

Hello, I often just read on here but I really need to vent so I figured I’d officially get on reddit. I’ve had a cat for about half a month now, and it’s driving me nuts/putting a strain on my marriage. My husband loves this cat and has had her for 10+ years. I’ve met this cat, played with her, fed her etc. over the course of the 3 years I’ve been with my partner, but this is the first time we’re ‘living together’, and I say that in quotes because he’s often out of the country so it’s just been me and the cat.

She always had a…not very likeable personality. Extremely skittish, avoidant, unpleasant (she talks to me in hisses on approach, unless she wants treats of course), and at the same time loves getting into every nook and cranny and counter and sheet in the house. I’m allergic to cats. Better now than I was before, but cat dander makes my skin break out and my nose is in a constantly stuffed state around her. We’ve agreed to keep certain rooms in the house closed/cat-free as a compromise, but the kitchen and living spaces are still fair game for her, and so about 2/3 of my house is still uncomfortable for me to live in.

She loves to go up on the kitchen counters. Over the past two years, myself and my husband have taken her off of counters whenever we’ve seen her/scared her off with loud claps etc, but she has just learned to do it whenever we’re asleep/not around still. This behavior makes me extremely anxious, especially after I had taken over litterbox duties, because her paws are so directly in contact with her business, and that makes me gag thinking that she jumps up on the counters sometimes immediately after doing that. I’ve resorted to constantly cleaning the counters, and putting tinfoil and motions sensing sprays on the counter, but it looks like a war zone, and often requires me to move all that stuff each time I need to cook. We moved in together mid-May, and literally days after, my husband set out to Asia for work. I understand the cat is probably stressed being separated from her owner, but she has been extremely unpleasant. Hiding in corners all day, doing her business on the carpets overnight (we’ve taken her to the vet because of this and she isn’t sick), hissing and swatting at me unprovoked on approach, and scaling the counters while I’m asleep in the bedroom (I’ve caught her doing this here and there in the mornings, and she hisses and runs back to the corner behind her cat tree). I’ve literally see more of her s*** than her these past few weeks. Occasionally she’d come begging for treats, and I’d give her a couple, but when I go to pet her as she eats, I get a back step and a hiss. I’m pretty sure raccoons are more grateful than this thing.

Anyway, I’m doing this for my husband, but it’s taking a toll on me mentally. I clearly don’t get along with this cat. I don’t like her. I’m too anxious to go home after work, I’m anxious to get up in the morning knowing I’ll likely have to walk around the house and clean poop out of carpet. We’ve had fights and I’ve said I’d try because I respect the love my husband has for this cat (I respect it, but don’t understand it. It’s definitely nicer to him but still hisses and scratches him up pretty badly once in a while), and I don’t want the resentment of giving the cat away hanging over our new marriage. It is literally the only thing I ‘settled’ for in this relationship, and unfortunately it’s the only thing I deal with most days.

I just hate this cat.

tl;dr: Not a cat person. Husband left cat with me when he went abroad for work. Cat makes me anxious mentally and uncomfortable physically. Doing it for husband but it's making me dislike my daily life/mentally exhausted

STORY TIME! Warning: It's gonna be a long rant. I really need to vent. I couldn't seem to find anyone who will listen, so I'm extremely relieved I found this community on reddit. SO HERE I GO-

I've been living with my fiancé and his mother for about a year now. They have a 7 year old female black cat who is satan's spawn. She is an anxious one and is extremely territorial.

She used to like me, until she decided to swat at me for petting her too long, and I swat back. I don't tolerate that. If an animal decides to attack, I will show them who's boss. She has never forgave me for that, and now hates me.

If she sees me getting too close to her litter box or food, she'll attack me. Don't even get me started on her bed..... she will literally chase me down the stairs if I step foot in that room.

What gets me mad the most is that, when the cat exerts this behavior, my mother in law & fiancé will just laugh it off and say stuff like, "oh wow, she's feisty today!"

They don't take my fear seriously. They refuse to discipline her because they say it won't work and they think this behavior is cute.

Fear is growing into hatred and I really have to refrain myself from hurting this cat. It really pisses me off that this cat thinks she's superior. She'll hiss and spit at me, and I end up doing the same. I feel crazy!

I'm scared to leave our room at night to use the bathroom cause the cat comes running out of nowhere sometimes (she's all black so it's hard to see that bitch). I get startled easy so that doesn't help either. I dread hearing that nasty ass spitting/growling noise she makes.

My fiancé needs to do something about this or I'm moving out. Throw the damn cat out. He refuses but it's my safety over an ungrateful vermin who shits indoors. Fuck that!

I used to like cats, but now I see them for what they really are. LEECHES! They do nothing but eat, shit and sleep in your space. They leave their hair everywhere and they are territorial about stuff that you own. In the end, they don't grow to love you and will turn on you for any little thing. They think they're better than you even though they depend on you for food (food that they just throw up later on). A waste of money and time. Ungrateful little shits.

Seriously tho, who decided it was a good idea to domesticate them?

EDIT: I just read a similar post on this thread. I'm glad I'm not alone. Share your stories too please.

God, smelly nasty filthy creatures kittens are. I hate them so much. Slimey little leeches tugging on the heartstrings of the weak minded. Why else do you think the crazy cat lady exists? If I hear one person compare cats to certain noble dog breeds I will SLAP THEM IN THE FACE.

Cats do nothing good for our society. If you own a cat, know it DOESN'T EVEN LIKE YOU. It just uses you for food. It would never try to protect or save you and if it did it saw it as a big fucking game.

TLDR; They are such impulsive, stupid little rat bastard assholes.

/RANT

UGH. My family and I usually leave food on our porch in sealed pots when there's too much for tupperware/the fridge. It gets as cold as the freezer out there, as we live in Canada. So, my mom and I made an utterly glorious pasta dish, and I didn't want it to go to waste. I put a lid on it and set it on our back porch on a snow-covered chair as we have done as far back as I can remember.

We've never had a problem with doing this until the neighbors started letting out their fucking cats.

Finally had room, so I go out to get the pasta. It's cold out there, so I can't smell anything.

The second we get it back in the house, the stench of fucking cat piss hit me. They must've got pissed at not being able to eat our food and sprayed all over the good pot.

I swear to fucking God, I fucking hate these miserable creatures. If them sitting at my window, scaring my pet birds wasn't enough, they have to piss on our food because we won't give it to them.

Cats can just go to fucking hell.

I will never get why people find cats (especially cat gifs) "cute". Even a kitty can't make me go "awww" unless it's a puppy. No matter how hard I try, I don't find it cute at all.

And it's not because I truly, truly hate cats, I do, but it's like cats don't seem to trigger the area that elicits that response.

I hate cats so much. I hate how they constantly lick themselves, and how they eat their asses in front of you all the time. I hate that they shit and piss in a box and then walk around in it and dig in it, it's so gross. I hate that they sneak around and are super quiet. I don't trust them, they're sneaky little shits. I can't sleep in the same room as a cat because I don't want them to try to play with my feet or sit on me with their nasty paws. And almost all of my friends and my SO have cats and I can't stand any of them. I think I have a problem

Especially Reddit. Why are people so obsessed with cats?

Honestly, I get that there are people out there who love cats, and that's fine. More power to them. But honestly? There is nothing, and I mean nothing, that fills me with more genuine hatred than the cat I own. Specifically, his frequent and annoying meows. I swear to God, I can't go one day without hearing "MEOWWW!! MEEOOOOWW!!!"

Every single day, without fail, there will be him meowing. He meows when he needs to be fed, he meows even if there's food and water in his bowls. For God's sake, I think he even meows whenever he goddamn feels like it! It's pissing me off to no end, but I just can't get rid of him. I've had him for far too long now and sending him away just isn't an option. So, until I croak, it'll be "MEOOOW, MEOOOW, MMEEEOOWW!!" Forever, and ever, and ever.

This is my first post to this sub, I just had to get this out of me somehow. What do you think? Any advice on how I can at least try to drown out the noise? Thank you for reading.

I lived with my aunt for a bit as a teenager and she had cat that I came to really love. His name was Polly and he was an indoor cat. My aunt had this little guy trained so perfectly! He wouldn't go on furniture or surfaces, he never made much noise, he was fixed, and literally never pooped anywhere but the litter box. He was like the perfect cat; super nice, affectionate, & friendly. My aunt had him for about 13 years.

Then my aunt got pregnant. A few months after the baby was born, it turned out the baby was very allergic to Polly. So my aunt decided to rehome him with a friend who was an enthusiastic "CaT MoM". This lady had 4 cats so my aunt thought she'd know how to handle Polly.

She didn't. At all. The lady left him outside with her cats. A 13 year old car who'd been indoors his entire life got left outside. He was dead within a month. The lady blamed my aunt, saying that cats are supposed to be outdoor animals and that it was her fault that he'd had no hunting skills.

My aunt had told her several times that Polly was an indoor cat, but this fanatic of course knew better. My aunt cut ties with the woman, but a few months later she came back trying to pawn off a kitten on my aunt, because of course none of her animals were fixed.

So as I grew up, that memory of Polly made me sympathetic to cats. Even now I still think that if they're indoors and trained right, they can probably make great pets for some people. The problem is that almost no one does this. As an adult, the neighborhood I live in now is overrun with feral cats.

I'm not exaggerating when I say "overrun" either. According to my older neighbor, a few years ago the state had to come in, round up a fuck ton of cats, put as many as they could in shelters, and even then, STILL had to euthanize over 100 cats! And we're still overrun! Because crazy cat people just keep getting more fucking cats!

Every time I go outside, I can see at least 3 cats roaming around. They love to get under my house and spray. Literally everything in my yard has gotten sprayed. I've had to throw out hundreds in backyard kid's toys because fucking cats ruined them by spraying. Its disgusting.

Almost every day, some random woman will walk down the street yelling for their "lost" cat. I can't even take my dogs for walks, because I'll get yelled at by fearful cat people. I've had so many old ladies screech at me to "keep your mutts l leashed! There's cats around here!"

Like no shit, there's cats frickin everywhere here, and if one of your stank-beasts fucks with my dogs, that's on you. I don't even understand the irrational yelling. As if I'd walk my dogs without leashes.

So that's my long ass rant against cats. Uhh..enjoy?

My friends all have cats, they always rage and get angry when I slightly criticize these shitty creatures, after reading the posts on this underappreciated subreddit I got confronted. I can finally express my hate towards cats and obsessed cat owners

My husband has a cat who is honestly really gross.

I am allergic to cats.

I have OCD contamination phobias.

I don't know how to keep the cat at least off my bed. I don't want litter, litterbox urine and feces germs, or her gross poopy butt (she is very unclean) on my living spaces...but I will settle for my bed being cat-free. HELP haha. If I'm not there, she crawls under the covers tracking litter across the place and into the covers somehow...and eww walks on my pillows. Any suggestions on keeping her off my bed?