I don't hate cats, I'm actually really fond of them, but I do prefer dogs. Most of the time cats don't like me so I usually end up getting attacked by them. The only cat to never do this was a stray cat in the neighborhood that I gave milk to a lot (and in exchange the squirrel, mouse, and chipmunk population slowly disappeared). She disappeared one day though many years ago. I haven't had a cat be nice to be me sense. Nevertheless, I really do like them since their fur feels nice, I like it when they purr, and when they're nice they're very nice. But my preference does go to does. Despite having been bitten by one about one or two years ago, I was raised around dogs to the point where I seem to be able to communicate with them very easily. Don't ask me how, it's the weirdest thing. Except for the dog who bit me (and that dog bit me before I knew it was there so I wasn't exactly able to try this), usually when I see a dog I'm able to calm it down and preventing it from harming me or anyone with me. Don't believe me? When I was ten, I went out to walk the dog and never came back. My parents freaked out because there was a dangerous Rottweiler down the street that pretty much mauled anything that came near it. Guess where they found me? With the Rottweiler. I was giving him bell rubs and petting him and everything. Other people tried to come near to get me but then the Rottweiler would just start threatening to attack them so that didn't go over to well. The long and the short of it is, I was walking my dog near the house the Rottweiler was at, he had broken out of his fencing through a whole somewhere in the fence. He came to attack my dog and I but all I did was drop my dog's lease (causing her to feel back to my house which triggered this whole thing), hold out both my hands like I've just released a Kamehameha blast, and the dog just slid to a stop. He started sniffing my hands and let me pet him, etc. I then just led him back to his fencing and waited for someone to come find me so I could tell them about the broken fence. That trick has worked every single time I've encountered a somewhat malicious dog. To this day, I don't know why, but it's why people say I have a way with dogs.