This is my cat, Daisy.
I really love her. She's soft and cute and she meows and purrs when she comes to tell me to feed her.
However, I'm pretty sure she hates me. She's been trying to leave me hints about her disdain for me for a while now. She never lets me pet her soft fur, she wakes me up before the sun rises by crawling up under my covers and attacking my feet. In fact, she takes her early morning waking duty so seriously, she cut out the competition by chewing through the power cord of my alarm clock. She attacks my feet every time I walk by. She really hates me. I mean look at that picture there. She's thinking about how if she ate my foot I might leave her alone.
And yet, I continue to try. I play with her, I coo at her, I still try to pick her up to revel in her softness.