I was bound and determined not to be a cat person, until we were "donated" a feline rescue, 3 times. Frig. Hating them was impossible.
Being sentient creatures they had distinguishable characters just like all domestic animals. And I learned a great deal about myself and the world through being "an owner". Just like having children, there's a lot to learn and work out. I'm thankful for all that because I needed it.
But there was one psycho cat I would've loved to have taken tripping. She was already feral and weird beyond reasonable and would've certainly upset the delicate hierarchy in the wild woods. In the event that tabby enfant terrible chose to join the forest all the bad arsed Sasquatch/demons would've been usurped by a new hurricane of seething hate. Albeit she did purr with people, provided you didn't try to pet her. But all this is moot, because she wasn't fond of car rides. Only one of us would've survived the drive north, and my money isn't on me.