Donna, just know that you are blessed. You have known the love a cat can give, and the joy it is to love them back. She has not.

Maybe (just something to consider) she had some trauma involving cats when she was little. My beloved Aunt Dotty (who was actually my Mom's best friend from childhood on) never liked cats. They made her shudder - literally. I asked her about it one day when I was older, and she said that when she was a little girl, her older brothers would take one of the kittens from around the barn and chase her with it. I am sure the kitten was just as terrified, but imagine the only encounter you had with felines was a terrified, hissing kitten, claws out, flying at your face in the hands of a mean older sibling ...

Aunt Dotty was a bright lady, and knew other people loved them, and she told me she could understand that other people felt about cats the way she felt about dogs and horses, but that she just couldn't feel that. That awful woman you encountered could have had that kind of childhood.

I loved my Aunt Dotty. She was a wonderful lady, smart, short, no-nonsense, with blonde curls, who always smelled faintly of cigarette smoke. She made wonderful teddy bears for every child she knew, and for some she didn't. You've never seen bears like hers. I think mine, distorted with love, and with thinning fur, is still at my Dad's house. I know it went to college with me. Aunt Dotty died of lung cancer. GSDs Sarge and Trooper and Ki (Kaiser) all, I am sure, met her at the Rainbow Bridge.

Donna, may you have a better day tomorrow. Pity that woman, and look Moo in his cloudy sweet eyes and give him a kiss for me. Then tell your other kitties all how lucky they have it - they get to live with you! Life is good if you're one o' Donna's kitties!