How did you...

It was fate.

I grew up in a dogs-only house. No Cats Allowed! Well, as it turns out, both my mother and father had a special cat in their childhoods (they were farm kids, so these were "barn cats"), and when they lost their special friend it hurt so bad that they both (independently) decided to never have cats again. But I always thought I was a dog person who liked cats too.

But I married a cat lover, and one night we talked about how much we missed having pets, but we couldn't afford the deposit yadda yadda yadda. The next night Ophelia was trapped in our wall. Two days later we thought we lost her (that she had snuck out somehow) and brought Trent home. I've been an obsessed, crazy cat lady ever since.

I really don't remember, just that I grew up with them and always loved them. There was a period in my life where my parents wouldn't let me have any, so once I moved out, I got as many as I wanted!

I grew up with cats, but once I met my husband I did not think I would have one again. He has issue's with animal hair...Well I did a little research and found these hairless babies!! We now have 6 of them!

I can't remember not loving animals. I've always been a cat person I suppose.

I've been a cat person as long as I remember. We adopted Tinsel when I was 2 years old. I've had cats ever since.

I was born 2 b a cat person , I guess...no...Im sure I was born 2 b a cat person. I luv cats wit my whole heart since Im a child. There was a day when Im at 13, my father kicked my cat hardly just bcos the cat scratch my little sister's left leg. I'm telling my father that the cat cant see something shaky. The cat is just want 2 play. Seeing my sister crying like hell....my father bcame so so he kicked the cat. It makes the cat so scared then runaway. I for many days n became cos I cant find my cat. I hate my father bcos of that....until now, Im still cant 4get that day (I already 4give him).....since that day, my important determination that I will get cat as many as I want when I leave home. Now Im 29, Im still have cats in my house eventhough my parents always thought that Im so stupid wasting my money just bcos of cat. But I dun care what they thought of me as long as Im n Im glad that my hubby also a cat person. N I dun care what other people around me saying that becos of the cat until now Im still dont pregnant. Its most of the Malaysian old people conservative thought. But who cares ????

I've always been an animal person. I don't know where it comes from. My sister and parents didn't dislike animals but never had any desire to get a pet till I came along.

When I was little my parents tried to assuage me with first a goldfish, then a hamster and a bird, finally they got me a cat-a sweet smart tabby I named Petey. I was nine and that was it! I've never had a dog but always at least one cat. Maybe someday I'll have dogs along with my cats.

Isn't it funny how some people just need to have animals in their life and others can take 'em or leave 'em. Although I think my father secretly liked having the cats around esp. the Siamese he got me for my 16th birthday, she lived to be 18 yrs old and died the same year my father did. I know they are together at the Rainbow Bridge.

Cynthia

I had a cat when I was born and I can't remember a time since that I didn't have at least one. They are just so adorable and cute, I just cannot resist them! In fact, my baby Zenon is laying on my computer desk right now. She's so precious!

Well, my parents had a pair of Siamese when I was born, but that "special" cat came along at Thanksgiving when I was 10. A Huge, Enormous 18 pound black male cat just showed up one day. After a few days it became apparent he wasn't going anywhere, so in he came. He was MY cat - slept with me, under the covers, and was my constant companion for the next 8 years.

When I met my husband, he told me he had to introduce me to his cat...I knew he was a keeper!

There has always been at least one cat in my household. When I was born my family already had a beautiful tiger striped baby who actually lived to be 22 years old (she died when I was about 17 or 18). My family loved dogs, but has always been more partial to cats, so it was just bred into me. Right now I'm dying to have another little sweetie, but sensibility tells me I'm too much of a poor graduate student to handle that. So for now it's just me and Waffle, with my roomie and Coco!

well I grew up with cats my whole life....and we usually had 3 at a time. I am a big animal lover and I just think cats are the cutest things. My mom also collected numerous things with cats, so our whole house had cat things everywhere.

My husband never had animals when he was growing up, but as soon as we moved into our first place we got two cats and he became an instant cat lover (I wouldn't of had it any other way). Anyone who married into my family had to be a cat person....lol.

A cute little pregnant stray showed up on my porch one day, and I started feeding her. She stayed long enough to have her kittens, and for us to find homes for them. Fred and his brother showed up a few months later. I suspect they were her kittens. She would visit occasionally after we took in Fred and his bro, but never stayed. She went to live with a family on the neighborhood who had her spayed and kept her mostly indoors.

When I was a teenager my neighbors had indoor/outdoor cats that were really friendly. (Unlike my grandparents' uber-crabby cat.) I wanted to get one ever since, and about 15 years later I finally did!

I was lonely and didn't have time for a dog.
I like cats much better.

My first and only pet as a child was a brown tiger-striped feisty little beauty named Katy. She pretty much hated everyone except our immediate family, but she sure loved us. We got her at a mall pet store when I was about 4, and she passed away when I was almost 23 years old. She had a long, happy life as an indoor-outdoor cat.

My junior year of college I was living with my then-boyfriend now-husband and 2 other guys in a horrible townhouse I now call Calcutta. Your typical college squalor. It was February, and my grandmother had just died and I felt a little lost and lonely. Enter Oliver, who I found at a Petsmart adoption event on a dreary Saturday afternoon. We brought him home and all 4 of us helped care for this tiny little ball of fluff. My husband had never had a cat as a pet and wasn't so sure, but once Oliver started sleeping on our bed he was hooked.

So, I guess I've always been a cat person, you could say.

Honestly, I think I was born that way. One of these days I think science will uncover the "cat person gene"...probably from analyzing my chromosomes!

I grew up with cats and dogs, and would like both, but I can't have a dog with working full time. i wasn't going to have any cats after my housemate moved out though, I was going out a lot at the time - then one desperately needed a home, and things have kind of escalated since then. Then when my second housemate moved out, I started fostering, so rarely go out now!! My family can't understand why I want more than one cat, despite the fact they have all had animals in the past.

We always had animals in the house but most of all cats - so no conversion needed - I always was a cat person