I would probably croak anyway if I woke up and saw a cat in my room. Yech! ;\)
That gave me a good laugh!
Actually, it's not that I don't like cats, (I had a lovely Persian one when I was young that I really tormented), but rather it seems they don't like me. The last two I tried to pet scratched me.
Now if someone thinks that the story about that cat is strange, then I recall reading about one that kept throwing itself at the back door. Well, finally the owner went outside realizing that something might be wrong. Well it turned out that there was a gas leak, that had the men not found it, could have blown up the whole neighborhood.
So I wonder, is it the cat or is it our guardian angels working through the sensory perception of a cat or dog. Here I'm calling my daughters dog dumb, because it can neither smell well, see well, or hear well...and let's face, what's a dog for anyway, if not for some protection. Yet, when it came upon the packed luggage of someone in the family leaving, it suddenly came to me in a loving way, wanting to be petted and acting very playful, as if wanting to tell me something. See, she's not so dumb now is she?
Well, the gist of what I'm saying is that it might not be the animal, but rather the 'spirit' guiding it. There are also bad spirits too. A few years ago, I passed a girl holding two dogs on a lease. They began growling when passing me, and she had to hold them back with all her strength.
I just looked at her, wondering what in the world was the matter with them. Well, later on I realized that they were pit bulls. Now that is frightening.
I guess they don't like me either.