I guess I’m the big meanie. I regret having our current cat.
I didn’t want her in the first place, but my wife did. A friend of hers needed a place for the cat to stay for “just a few days” after she was found as a malnourished little kitten with all kinds of problems. So I got tricked and then once it was in the house, my wife promised the moon and stars if it could stay. I would never need to do anything for it and the wife’s heart would be filled with joy at the sight of it each morning. Or something.
I know people will say it’s about how it’s raised, but I’ve had three cats now, and this one is just mean. She’ll be laying in your lap and decide she doesn’t want to be pet anymore. She’ll let you know by making you bleed. She still wants to stay in your lap though. We had to get her front claws removed because she was attacking everyone’s legs when they’d walk around the house. We taken her a couple places to get her groomed and they’ll only do it if she’s sedated, but she throws those pills up, so I trim her hair a little at a time during summer. A Maine Coon in Texas needs a trim.
She’s 14 now, and more mellow, but no more friendly. I’ve fed and changed her litter box every time and taken care of her since my wife first got pregnant 10 years ago. My wife wanted to drop her off at the pound about 5 years ago, and I said I didn’t think that was right, so she’s effectively mine now. We don’t let the kids touch her and my oldest is actively afraid of her.
I’m her favorite, but she still would rather I didn’t acknowledge her, throws up on my pillow, and yowls whenever she can see the bottom of her food bowl (even if there’s plenty in there).
She’s just not a very nice cat, and I regret having her, but don’t regret not sending her to the pound.