I read once that you can tell a person's native language by what they say when they hit their thumb with a hammer. American English speakers? OW! Native Spanish speakers? AY! I don't know if it's true... but I like the theory nonetheless.
So I stepped out into the heat today, to carry some laundry across the parking lot to the common basement space. A very small, shiny-coated, tabby kitten looked up at me from the top step and mewed once.
With no one around to hear me, the only thing that escaped my lips, instantly, was, "Eww!"
I rest my case when it comes to my feelings on cats.