
'One never adopts a cat. A cat adopts you.' - Tom Bennet
We have four cats. One just showed up at our door, meowing as if we should let it in. It had just ran away from home, got scared and our house looked as good as any. So it came to the front and meowed until it got our attention and has been with us for nearly ten years. We must have seemed friendly enough, it didn't run away from us! That's sorta like adoption. Two others we picked out of a litter and later they adopted us. They grew to like us well enough to call us their guardians. Again, sorta, kinda ... adoption.
Our latest, Tucker, hasn't officially adopted us yet (as official as cats will get!), but is slowly warming to us. He's not making it easy though, his habit of biting to show interest is sometimes a little painful. But we pulled him from the brink of death about a week after birth (wild raccoons nearly ended his brief start), so we have a deep connection with him, which he frequently tries to return to us by his playful biting!
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