For years, I was raised by a cat-hating dad with an offbeat sense of humor. "What do we do with cats?" He would say. My Pavlovian response was "We smash cats!" This made our guests understandably suspicious of my odd father and his equally odd offspring. Now I've married into a cat (came with the Mrs.), and she (the cat is who I refer to in this paragraph, although my wife is a cutie too ) is adorable. For all her shedding, early morning yowling, and aloofness at times, I have uncontrollable urges to spoil her and cuddle with my ears tuned to her purring. ONLY CRAZY PEOPLE DO THIS! OLD LADIES IN WOOD SHACKS IN OREGON! Not born-to-hate-cats me. What should I do?!