As many of you probably already know, I have a love-hate relationship with our cat. I try to love her and all she does is hate me. She is my husband’s cat; his first love. He got her when he was a junior in high school, almost 12 years ago. He carried her to school in a plastic Halloween pumpkin when she was just a kitten and the two of them have been inseparable ever since. She is a petite Tabby cat, with short legs and big beautiful eyes. She can be really sweet when she wants to be, but most of the time she struts around like she is too cool for school. She moved in with us 5 years ago and is constantly trying to get rid of me/come between my husband and I. I thought over time she would learn to love me, or at least appreciate me, since I am the one who feeds her and makes sure she has a clean litter box. No such luck.