heheh, there's an old saying," you can tell what a person hates about himself byy what he hates in others"
in clinical terms that's called " projection of the disasociated self "
(I noticed you left out any reference to the cat BTW, still in denial that 'ol Felix hated yer guts ?)
I don't hate anything about myself and as much as I dislike you and a number of others here, I do not hate any of you and frankly I cannot think of a single person who I dislike enough that the word hate would be an accurate descriptive term to use.
As for my cat ... well I don't know if you have ever had cats but in case not I will fill you in on how some of them are, my current one being the example I will use. He is about 9 years old now but he acts and plays more like he is 9 weeks old. HE loves to play-hunt. He will hide under or behind some piece of furniture and when one of my dogs passes by, even my 135 pound Malamute, my cat will dart out like a black panther and play-attack it ... which is funny because my 135 pound big girl will run her big ass through the house as if a real black panther was chasing her. He will do the same with me wrapping his front legs around be and play-biting a bit and will then race off to his next ambush point to wait for me to get there so he can do something similar again.
The only time it is a problem is when I am on my spiral staircase. I do not know if your trailer has a spiral staircase in it, if so where it might lead I could never guess, but if you have ever been on one, especially one where the steps/treads are carpeted, with them being wedge shaped and narrow on one side, combined with the carpet they can be slick and easy enough to end up slipping to the next step, or at times farther if you are unlucky.
Well one of my cat's favorite play-ambush points is downstairs around the corner to a hall near the spiral staircase and he will wit for me, or one of my dogs, to come down the stairs and he will leap and come through between the steps, and go for your ankles/legs. When he does that you normally slip a stair or three.
What is worse though is when he decides to sleep on one of the steps and I walk down them at night with the lights out. When I feel my foot touch him, so I won't squish him, I will quickly move it forward and down to the next step. That is a very easy way to end up two or three steps farther down than you planned on, especially if you are not wearing shoes and only wearing socks since socks and carpet on spiral stairs can be like walking on greased marbles.
You see, the cat thing you said was one of your delusions. In your weak clouded mind you created the scenario that you most wanted the case to be, that my cat; "tried to kill me in hate," when what he was actually doing was just playing like he does so much of the time with myself and with my dogs.
You delusions have sparked my curiosity to the point where I have to ask, what is the color of the sky in the little world in which you live that you created in your mind?