He was overweight and antisocial. I had to ignore all the friendly cats at the shelter and literally drag him, hissing, out from a dark hiding place. I held him tightly until he finally relaxed and showed interest in the world outside the window. He reluctantly agreed to come home with me.
Now he’s a sexy, sleek, black panther who loves to “hang” out in the screen porch and harass the red squirrels.
He actually thinks he’s a dog and follows me on walks and plays catch.
He’s still not cuddly very often, unless food is involved. My husband became a cat lover now!
Tank: Adopted 3/13