I've had a few cats over the years. Back in my high school era there were several.
We had a gray 'Pet Sematary' looking cat which although not overly friendly was people tolerant and socialized.
We had a solid black cat which was injured by an automobile and had to be put down. This was handled poorly and resulted in a very traumatic event for my sister til everyone came to their senses.
Then there was this black sylvester looking kitty with longish fluffy fur.
After buying a gallon bottle of Linatone coat supplement for my dog Mae, we found that the little black cat was attracted to the taste of this stuff and consumed it with great relish ... and ate the contents of the entire gallon pump bottle over time squirted on plates of dog food. The dog wouldn't eat the food with the supplement on it but the cat couldn't leave it alone.
Consequently the cat became this magnificent black plush fur ball with a sheen which wouldn't quit. This addiction to coat supplement earned it the name 'Fuzz' bestowed upon it by my youngest brother.
The animals remained around as long as I could remember.
I don't call myself a "cat person". I think it's fine to own a cat and cohabitate with it if you so desire. It just never struck me as a suitable arrangement. One thing is certain, you can never "get over" on a cat. They do not tolerate tricks and nonsense in good humor.
August 8th brings us International Cat Day. It is a day to celebrate what was once worshipped by the Egyptians as deity. Not being an Egyptian I don't feel they will ever enjoy quite that level of prestige in my life.
Anyway if you are a "cat person" I certainly don't hold it against you ... or your cat.