I've grown up with dogs my whole life. I had a Black Lab named Sammy when I was little, who was the sweetest dog ever. Now I have a Morkie named Callie, who is insane but I love her anyway. But Callie lives with my mom so I don't see her often.

Dogs have always suited me. I thought dogs were more willing to run around and have a good time while cats were inclined to relax and sleep. Cats have never liked me (I'm too loud for most of them) and I've never really been around cats enough to like them.

And yet, I find myself living with a cat.

His name is Andy and he's only a few months old.

Granted, it isn't my cat, it's my roommates and she has it as an emotional support animal.

When I first moved in, I found myself avoiding him. Quickly walking past him when I got home, without so much as a "Hi Andy" and shutting my door.

But Andy was persistent, constantly hanging around my feet if I was in the kitchen and meowing to be let into my room.

I started by petting him while watching TV in the living room. I learned that cats aren't that different from dogs. Andy really just wanted to be petted, he didn't care how as long as I was giving him attention.

Since Andy is so young, he's willing to play with me. He wants to run around and chase things and be obnoxious as possible. Jumping and nipping and batting. Just like a puppy.

Soon, I began letting him into my bathroom while I got ready in the morning. I quickly learned that he's very curious, trying to get into my shower or up onto my counter top. Yelling at him didn't work, like it would with a dog. I had to take a different approach. My roommate showed me that if you flick water at him, he'll stop whatever he's doing and run away.

It took some time to teach him, but I've got him trained to where if he's doing something he shouldn't be and I just turn on the sink, he'll stop and run off.

Like I said, yelling at him didn't work. With dogs, if you yell or make a loud noise, that will get their attention. But cats are so unfazed by it that you have to make them pay attention to you.

Now, we've worked our way up to letting him into my room. When I first let him in, he made a beeline to run underneath my bed. After many hours spent trying to coax, poke, and pull him out, I've cat proofed my bed. There is literally a wall of books, shoes, and bags surrounding my bed to keep him out. It's practically perfect.

Now when he comes into my room, he just jumps onto the bed and makes himself right at home.

I've only lived with him for about two months, but it has completely changed my perception of cats. I've learned that cats are just as curious as dogs, they're just as willing to play with you, and just as good for cuddling.

This doesn't mean I'm going to run out and adopt six cats, but I'm definitely not as opposed to the idea as a I used to be. I still consider myself a dog person, but Andy changes my mind a little bit each day.