I fucking hate cats
You're first against the wall when I'm supreme overlord of Earth.
When my family lived out in the boonies, we'd get strays all the time. If it was a dog, my Dad would check it for a collar. If it had a collar, he'd contact the owner. If it didn't, he'd leave it alone. If it was sick, he'd shoot it to end its suffering.
If it was a stray cat, however, he'd just shoot it on sight. That's how much he hates cats. I certainly didn't condone it. In fact, I would protest to him that it was cruel, but he never listened to me. Probably because I was under the age of 10, and I didn't have a say in the matter.