I had a similar story with a cat. Went to the shelter in search of a cat to replace one that had died at 18 years of age. They told me they only had one, and he was too mean to be adopted out (They had named him Loco) and was scheduled for euthanasia that day. I asked to see him, and they brought me to a sunroom where he was resting. As soon as I walked in, he literally attacked my feet and legs. I loved his spirit! I talked the staff into letting me adopt him. Within a few weeks, I could pet him. Another week and I could pick him up. Soom he was the perfect lap cat. My cockatiel would even fly down and ride on his back. We were family. He lived with me for 17 years.
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Greg Jackson

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