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We have an inside feral - yeah, that should be impossible - who hung around outside for a couple of years before I was able to catch him and get him neutered and his shots...that's me, the person who drove him to the vet, listening to him yowl, paid the bill, then picked him up. He prefers my roommate - every time he looks at me I swear he says "I never forgive and never forget"

"A Lannister always pays his debts".

but very charming when he chooses to be...yes, one eye open and a night light.

It must be scary to be stuck in a cage in an unfamiliar place with people looking in at you. I'm sure you still have your powers.

I'm thinking s/he wasn't real fond of the strange place either way. Still, a magnificent cat. If I adopted a cat that looked like that one, it would get a title as well as a name. I was thinking something like Lord Baron Furrdinand or Her Royal Highness Prisscillapurr.

I visited a cat shelter with a friend years ago and met a cat named Oliver. What a cool cat he was. Just elegant. He had a presence about him and we definitely connected.

I wanted to adopt him but it was my friend who was adopting, not I, and I already had 3 female cats.

But to this day, I have not forgotten Oliver. I so wish I had adopted him. I think of him frequently and kick myself for not bringing him home.

I have even thought of going back to the shelter to see if they could find where he went. It's a no-kill shelter. But what good would that do?

Long story short, I think there may be a reason when we're struck by a cat or a dog. It's worth thinking about. Don't be me, still pining away for a particular cat 8 years down the road.



Cher

for you to go back and try to find out where he went. But if it wasn't such a long time, I would do it. In fact, I did. I fell for a cat in one of those free-roam rooms, but had just lost my last cat a few weeks before that and wasn't really ready to get another one...or so I thought. A few weeks later, I decided that I really was ready for him to come home with me. But he was already adopted, damn it.

Long story short, the new adoption family returned him about a month later. And they called me to see if I was still interested. And now I have Sammy. He has been here a couple of years now, and I am still so glad he was rejected.

It just wasn't meant to be for Sammy to be with that other family.

Wow, wow, wow. What a great story.

I think I will call the shelter sometime soon just to see if they have a database by pet name and where the kitty may have gone. Just out of curiosity.


Cher

I don't think that they would have ever let me know who adopted him, but I was so glad that I had let them know how much I was attracted to that bugger.

It was meant to be.

I have had other times when I have wished I had adopted a special kitty, and didn't, so I know how you feel about still remembering all these years later. I still have a 30 year regret.

I was looking to see where he was and overheard another couple saying ".....such an amazing face...." and "gorgeous". Sure enough they were petting that one.

He was bit better today. He was happy to have his ears and chin rubbed, but tensed up if you tried to pet his body. He is a beauty, but I already have 5 indoor cats and one stray I am feeding.

He is a magnificent looking cat -- very regal and beautiful and handsome. The first time we met him, we were able to pet him, and "gentle and mellow" as the shelter said. Then we went back, and he was a spitfire. He even took a swat at me and hissed. (Longhaired kitties tend to be a bit nutty, IMO.) We still decided to adopt him, in part because he was older and we wanted to help an older kitty, and we figured, who else will adopt this gorgeous older half-nutjob? . To this day he is a bit bipolar and unpredictable -- fiery and furious one minute, snuggly and sweet the next. But I am so glad we got him. He is adorable, entertaining, and mercurial -- the bit of danger makes things interesting.

He probably hissed at everyone who came near him. Maybe?

I went to a friends house this afternoon and there was a beautiful cat on her porch. I greeted kitty and it stood on hind legs for me to pet it. Cats have different personalities. Some are friendly, some aren't.

He was probably up to his ear tufts with people petting him all day and just wanted to get some sleep.

He sounds like a ragdoll. He might be a lot friendlier when it's quiet, but ragdolls do have definite prefferences in the people they want to go home with.

Funny, my Maine coon old lady cat was a hissing, spitting ball of angry fur when they took her out of the cage. As soon as they put her into my lap, she just melted into a furry, purring puddle. First impressions can be misleading.