This is a picture of Sasha, my sister's cat. Doesn't she look cute? Pretty kitty eyes, looking so cute in her box. I'm here to tell you that under that cute exterior, is a cat who hates me more than any other creature on earth. You are probably thinking, she looks so sweet, and she hates you because you were mean to her you jackass. I assure you, gentle reader (ok so I read some Miss Manners today), that this cat liked me when my sister first got her. I could hold her and pet her without a fuss. Fast forward to Thanksgiving '96 when the family decided to go to visit my sister in Carlsbad, NM. My parents brought the family cat, Chelsea, with them. Well in short order, Sasha decided she didn't like Chelsea and ever since then Sasha has hated me. Not a simple hate, where she leaves the room. No this cat starts hissing when I come up to the door, growls at me from like 30 feet away and generally freaks out when I get within like 10 feet. I can pet her if my sister holds her and Sasha can't see me. When she does see me, let the games begin. So this is for you Sasha!!! I do love ya!!!