Can someone please explain to me why everyone hates cats

I'm gonna sound basic here but I was watching a tik tok about a dog trying to comfort its owner that was being out on an ambulance

And all the comments were about how horrible and heartless cats are and that dogs are better and it made me start crying

I'm not a dog hater but I just don't see why dog people think of cats as the devil spawn

Maybe it's because I've lived with cats my entire life but cats aren't evil creatures

My cats are always there for me when I'm crying or having a panic attack

I just wanna know why everyone hates cats

They aren't heartless creatures like the Internet makes them out to be

Sorry for the rant I'm not in a good place rn

TRIGGER WARNINGS : angry Evan, talks about severe bullying

Remus POV
"I've lied about everything," Damien admitted, his voice barely more than a breath. But we all heard it.

For a while we were all silent. Each of us trying to figure out what that meant. And I didn't know Damien is a compulsive liar.

"Define everything," Evan said slowly.

"I don't know," Damien ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know anymore. I do but I don't."

"That guy kept calling you Dee," I mumbled.

Suddenly I started second guessing everything Damien's told us. Does he even love Quinn, Evan and I?

"My name?" Damien said it more as a question.

"Is Damien your real name?" Virgil asked. I could see flickers of anxiety in his eyes.

"Yes and no," Damien shrugged. "Damien's my birth name but my dad always called me Dee because people called me Deceit since I lied so much."

"I'm confused," Evan said. "Dee's just a nickname?"

"We'll go with that," Damien whispered, suddenly angry. "Fey isn't my last name."

"What?!" I exclaimed.

"It's my mom's maiden name," He sighed. "I preferred using it over Atticus."

"Did you lie about things to me in New Dawn?" Virgil asked.

"Yes," Damien said bluntly.

"Yes as in no or yes as in yes?" Virgil continued his anxious ramblings.

"Did you ever bother to look at my files?" Damien asked him. "Do I even act bipolar to you?"

"Sometimes," Virgil shrugged. "Mostly after your dad..."

"Did you ever wonder why my file said Damien Atticus instead of Fey?" He continued. "Or that I'm not even from here?! Or why my parents never came to see me?!"

"I never read it!" Virgil exclaimed. "I trusted you!"

"Why?!" Damien yelled, standing back up. "I'm not trustworthy!"

"How was I supposed to know that?!" Virgil yelled back.

"I told you the first day we met that I was a compulsive liar," Damien seethed, getting angrier by the second.

"Okay, calm down," Roman said, stepping between the two. "What did you mean by you're not from here."

"I'm from Florida," Damien whispered. "My dad put me in New Dawn up here because he didn't want me around anymore. This was the farthest away he could send me without sending me out west."

"You didn't live your entire life at New Dawn," Virgil mumbled.

"Not till my freshman year of high school when I lost my shit and beat a kid within an inch of his life?" Damien mumbled, face flushed in shame. "His name was Emery."

"What? Why?" Quinn asked this time. He had been silent the entire time.

"He existed," Damien tried to explain. "He was this tiny little openly gay freshman. He tried to be my friend, in hindsight he probably had a crush on me. But then he got annoying and after a while it bothered me to be around him and before I even knew what I was doing I was slamming his head into a locker. Then I got diagnosed with bipolar disorder and shipped to New Dawn."

No one said anything. I think we were all too shocked to say anything. I knew Damien got violent sometimes when he was angry but I don't even go to that extent.

"I'm just going to keep explaining and make this even more awkward," Damien sighed. He sat down on a chair next to the table.

"The week I went home from New Dawn for my birthday, was not my birthday. It was basically just to get Emery to not press chargers. He didn't and I think he felt bad for me," Damien paused for a laugh. "Because of what New Dawn did to me. Then my dad tried to kill me for being a fucked up disappointment."

"I knew well before the fight that I was going to be transitioned to a new hospital. I was just too afraid to say anything so I tried to start fights with you so you'd hate me and wouldn't miss me once I left," Damien sighed.

"But then my mom said she wanted to move and leave Florida behind us," Damien continued. "I chose this town knowing full well that you lived here Virgil. Then I played dumb."

"I wasn't kicked out of my old school for spray painting it, I did the same shit I did with Emery. I was mad and pissed off with openly gay people that got to be happy. I was a fucking Jackson," Tears appeared in Damien's eyes at this.

"I lied about not knowing what prom was," Damien sighed. "That was just to keep you guys from suspecting anything. But I guess that was all for naught."

"Oh and I don't have a pet snake named Cinder. I'd love to but that was just a picture I found on google," Damien smiled a bit at that one. It was harmless.

"But that's all I can think of right now," Damien sighed, looking at the floor in embarrassment. "Remus, Quinn and Evan, I hope you three understand I love all of you. I never lied about that."

"So please," He looked purposely at Quinn. "Don't doubt my feelings for you three. You're the only true and consistent things in my life."

"Ro, Virgil," I said. "Can you two go away."

"Yeah," Roman agreed pretty quickly. "We promise we won't tell anymore."

"It's kinda aggravating but I can understand why you lied about that stuff," Virgil sighed. "I'm not mad or anything at you for doing so. It's hard for you not to lie."

"Thanks," Damien shot Virgil a pained smile.

Virgil and Roman left the room and headed up the stairs. I didn't say anything until I heard the door shut. But even then, we were all still silent.

Evan moved first. He sat down in Damien's lap and pulled him in for a hug. Damien leaned into the hug gratefully. He was greatly struggling to he keep his composure.

"You didn't do anything wrong, well, you did hurt another person. But that was years ago and you've obviously gotten better. I forgive you and thank you for telling us the truth," Evan told him, giving him a kiss.

"Thank you," Damien breathes out holding tightly to Evan now. A few tears slid down his cheeks.

"You lied about so much! How are we supposed to just forget that happened?!" I yelled, extremely confused by this. Evan got an angry look in his eyes.

"What Damien lied about was mostly directed to Virgil. He hasn't done anything to us. Virgil was the one that needed to forgive him and he did easily. There's no reasons why we should hold this above him," Evan told us. "You can't tell me Remus that you've never beaten another person up. And you were using for so long and we don't hold that against you. Quinn, we all immediately forgave you when you ran away because you weren't sure of your feelings. We don't hold your PTSD against use and ignore the things that upset you. We change little bits about this relationship to make sure that doesn't happen and it's the same with my epilepsy. This is something we can work around."

I thought about that for a few seconds. Evan was very obviously right. Quinn, who has still yet to say or react to anything except the thing with this...Emery guy, moved to Damien.

He grabbed a chair so he could sit next to the other two. Silently he leaned his head on Damien's shoulder. A great sign of trust when it comes to Quinn.

"Yeah, Evan's right," I sighed. "You didn't lie to us really about anything." I grabbed a chair and sat across from Damien, Quinn quickly moving over to sit on my lap.

"How are you getting better?" Quinn asked softly.

"Lots of therapy and medication," Damien answered.

"There's medication for compulsive lying?" I asked.

"Modern science has come a long way," Damien mumbled in response. "And they're more so pills for pathological liars but I still fall under that umbrella."

"And the bipolar disorder and violent outbursts?" Evan asked.

"Same thing," Damien explained. "Therapy and medication."

"Evan, I swear," I started. "You picked the three most mentally fucked up people to fall in love with."

That earned laughter from everyone. I was glad that the awkward tension in the air was gone pretty quickly.

"I don't regret it," Evan said with a smile. "And I still have my fair share of trauma, I just don't remember it."

"Why couldn't my mind do that?" Quinn mumbled into my chest.

"Because life fucking sucks like that," I sighed.

Damien's phone dinged dinged with a text. He pulled it from his pocket and visibly paled a shade lighter while reading it.

"My dad wants me to come home," Damien said, a terror in his eyes that surprised me. "He said we need to have a serious discussion."