My son took a cat from an elderly lady who died. The cat hates people. Her family was going to have it put down. It took a few months, but now he hangs out with the family and the other pets. Oh, he still bites when you try to touch him. (He can’t scratch because the old lady had him declawed.) I call him Butthole.
My son took a cat from an elderly lady who died. The cat hates people. Her family was going to have it put down. It took a few months, but now he hangs out with the family and the other pets. Oh, he still bites when you try to touch him. (He can’t scratch because the old lady had him declawed.) I call him Butthole.