He was very frightened when I first brought him home at age 6. It seemed to take almost 2 years for him to become accustomed to me, so that I could move or get up from my chair without him dashing for cover. I adopted him from a veterinarian who used to run rescue missions to the kill shelters in New York. They said he was a stray.
Now, almost 4 years later, he is relaxed and happy,, more like a hedonistic sausage than a cat! 🤣🤣🤣
He adores to be petted, and seems to go into a trance. He will allow me to get up from my chair without moving, and will even allow me to move past him while he is eating without moving, and will sometimes [i]refuse[/i] to move out of the doorway he is blocking no matter how many times I say, "Watch OUT!"
