i have had plenty of pets and prefer dogs by far.
But a couple of years ago I got the strange notion I wanted a cat. So my step-mother gets me to this guy on a farm with cats and the first thing the beast did was flip out. We put it in the car and it started smashing itself into the windows and it threw up. We put it in a bathroom at my place and it smashed itself against the bathroom walls and shat and barfed everywhere. I let it out and it hid in my stairs, I like cats, but this psycho beast was too much so I drove back to the country with the evil cat locked safely in a box. I was in a hurry because I just wanted to dump the cat off and let it run home so the guy did not see me in front of his ranch. Stupid cat runs into the engine of my truck, I had to pull out the little shit by the fur as it refused to come out. Since i was trying to hurry and the dumb beast would not just run home I started my truck and got going at about 20 miles an hour, held the screeching, miserable thing out the window dropped it and drove off laughing and relieved to no longer have that trouble. Everyone still laughs at my psycho cat because it was crazy. The cat lived as the guy later asked my step mom about. F that cat, dogs rule hope the gf never wants me to get one. 
