I can't resist posting this photo of Fluffy, the grand alpha master of the cat facility. Somewhere out there is a perfect home for Fluff...with a guy who wants a seriously cool cat, who doesn't mind combing him every day, and who respects the fact that this cat was fully feral until he was two years old, and even though he is a classy affectionate cat now, if you corner him or try to restrain him without a towel, he will sink his teeth into your hand and not apologize. He'll put up with yanking at mats, the giving of medicine, etc. but if you think you can just grab him and hang on when he gets alarmed and wants to get away, you are seriously mistaken. He doesn't bite with attitude the way my own pet cat Ivan does. He only would bite out of self-defense (and has only bitten once, but it did end up in a trip to the hospital). Everyone who comes here dreams of taking Fluffy home. But pretty much everyone takes a look at that coat and thinks...nope. Ain't gonna happen. Thankfully he loves to be combed...IF he doesn't have mats. And even when he has mats he puts up with a lot, and will wap you with a soft paw to let you know when he has had enough.
I have a real basic rule that determines whether someone is seriously considered as a home for Fluffy. If they don't ask questions, and just say "I am interested in Fluffy" without any reservations, they aren't the right place home for him. If you consider taking on eighteen pounds of serious cat who comes with a coat that had better NOT get matted, you'd best have some reservations.
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