My girlfriend hates cats with a passion. Can't stand them, but she would never ask me to get rid of my 19 pound, yellow tabby, tomcat, Beebo. He does not like her anymore than she likes him, but they have an uneasy truce where they stay out of each other's way. One condition of the truce is that she feed him when I am not around and he will leave her drapes and plants unharmed.
What We Are About To Do Here Is What The Good Lord Would Call A Cleansing of the Wicked. I Call It A Good Old Fashioned Texas Ass Kicking.