I love cats; I've only ever had one pet dog in my life, and my cousin and I were terrified of her for days. She was HUGE, MENACING... Yorkshire terrier named Molly.

Sweetest little thing. She'd run around the backyard with me every day after school. It was really terrible when she died; my granny got a little statue of a Yorkshire terrier to remember her by. It's a little creepy. o.O
But I've always had cats. My 9th birthday present was a Siamese cat, whom due to my obsession with Little Bear at the time, was called Cat. I lined up a bunch of animals and named them after the characters, and my cat sat in line, with this look of, "Oh, humor him..." on his face. XD My mom made me actually name him, so he became Charlie but only ever answered to Cat. I loved him. He scratched my neck once, and I still loved him.
I had a cat named Jackie who became friends with a stray named Max / Maxwell. Then it turned out Maxwell was Maxine... and had a litter of nearly 8.

I've always, always had cats.
We have two little kitties now, even though pets aren't technically allowed. Everyone has them anyway, just hides evidence during the "stare around the living room" inspection. Skylar and George, both 3-month old sister-kitties, are the best ever. They can be so stupid, it's insanely amusing.
Demanding and bossy, though.
I like doggies and kitty-cats, and I really want a bird.