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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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Yeah I would be slightly haunted by that. Not knowing the full extent of what happened. Well I am a bit with Porque, I pieced together some things. He hid behind the oven for the longest when I first got him. So maybe whatever happened they chased him to the oven or that's the only place he could find safety. Maybe too many people or they had dogs that were bothering him. Porque trusts me enough to pick him up but he b
itches about it the entire time and wants to be put down immediately.