Ahhh...my late mum was the same way. But it was reserved for cats, she actually hated them. Then while we were at the grocery one day a hippie tried to give her one of his kittens and she shooed him away, but then he turned to me while she wasn't looking, made a shushing sign and put the kitty in our strawberries bag. I was stunned to silence (I was what...4 years old?) and never said anything, but the bag mewed as we were driving into the yard and then boy...did she explode!
My new kitty was made to sleep in the shower on my favorite baby blanket, which of course he sullied pretty thoroughly. That was our punishment.
His name was Peanuts, but she always called him , "that
cat!"
She never warmed to him, he was relegated to outdoors and he died young after being bitten by a rattlesnake, but years later she did buy two Siamese cats from breeders. Those were okay, apparently. :roll: Peanuts was a 'mongrel'...an orange marmalade tabby. I always thought he was the most beautiful moggy I'd ever seen. I miss him still.
And yeah...how can anyone say no to the cuteness of bunnies? But I do understand how animals can't be everybody's thing.
