A couple of years ago, I dated a lady who seemed to be nice, normal, and a good match. She told me on our first date that she hoped I liked cats. I am not overly crazy about them, but I also don't mind them and that's what I told her. She seemed happy enough with that and I assumed she had a cat, maybe two. After a few dates, we eventually went back to her place. When I walked in, I was greeted by the foulest odor imaginable. She shrugged it off and said it was hard to keep up with cleaning the litter box. I then looked around and saw cats everywhere! She told me she had twenty-two of them because she just couldn't turn one away, ever. I apologized to her, but told her that was too many for me. I left and never called her again.
— Troy, 34