Ever since I was little I’ve hated cats. I considered them the embodiment of evil because I never got to experience having a cat that wasn’t evil. My first ever cat decided it would be better for it if it would stay with me and my family in the mornings and then it would go to my neighbors’ at night. Apparently my neighbors thought they just had an adventurous cat that always went on a journey in the mornings and they always expected him to just come back randomly at night. After awhile the neighbors started noticing that out cat was very similar to theirs and decided to fight us for it not in a physical way but they decided to argue and stuff to ensure that it was theirs. We spent a lot of money on this cat giving it toys and food and stuff like that because we liked the cat and didn’t want to get rid of it but in the end the cat chose them. This caused little me to feel completely betrayed, but when I met my girlfriend’s cat, Chunk, that changed. Chunk is a very very chunky cat and he loves to eat. He knocks over the treats and swipes at you when you walk past to get your attention to feed him. Chunk loves the pets and every now and then gets playful and gives you small nibbles or slightly grabs you with his claws. Overall Chunk is a very chill cat and he 100% taught me that not all cats are evil.