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Originally Posted by ChelseaDagger
Twelve years ago, I adopted a cat from the humane society who was with me for the next eleven years before passing away last year. She and I were attached at the hip, and while she loved my kitty massages and rarely left my side, she never, ever let me pick her up and carry her... I became convinced that she must have been abused before I met her, and it always bothered (and slightly intrigued) me that I'd never know her back-story.
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My dads cat was this way as well. We had him for 16 years before he passed away, and he would never like to be picked up. We found him at the pound when he was 1 or 2 years old I think, and he stayed in our family until he ran off recently and never came home. Then of course, I got my kitty that I have now and he loves to be held. He's a little baby.