The one type of meat that I specifically refuse to eat is octopus. At about the age of fourteen, researching and reading about octopi became my favorite pastime. I took to kneeling down and saluting the poor dead baby octopi in the fresh fish section of the supermarket every time my mom took me there. (Yes, I was a strange child.) My stand on this issue has only come up a few times -- generally at fancy restaurants or sushi places. But, it's a principle I've adhered to for a decade and a half, and I have no intention of giving it up. I suspect that I'd have similar feelings about cats and dogs if I were in a culture where they were eaten.