The carrier, I knew, smelled like BB, and I was hoping that being exposed to his scent on the way home would help the new cat to settle. It was clear right away that he didn't like being picked up, but he didn't bite or scratch or hiss about it; just wriggled a bit, resigned.
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He's the first cat I've ever adopted as an adult, and he's perfect. I don't know how he ended up in the shelter in the first place - he's clearly well-socialised, so unlikely to have been a stray from birth - but I can't fathom anyone just giving him up. And yet, someone did.
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To this day, he has never harmed BB; they playfight sometimes, or else Quango does a dominance thing by biting BB's scruff and standing on him, but he's never so much as scratched his nose otherwise.
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He still doesn't like to be picked up and will only tolerate cuddles - a tragedy, as he is perfectly hug-shaped - but most nights, he'll climb into bed with me, purring his very soft purr, and curl up so that his paw or chin are resting on my arm.
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With Quango here, BB no longer frets when we leave the house - but Quango, ironically, acts like a sad labrador whenever we go out, waiting on what we've now termed the Sulk Step with his chin on his paws, sadly watching the door until we come home.
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He's just a remarkable, wonderful cat, and if this thread has a point beyond celebrating him, I want to say: don't shy away from adopting adult cats at the shelter, even or especially if they've been returned before. All they need is a little love and the right environment.
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