When I was a kitten in a rescue center, my mom came in looking for a goofy orange cat. I meowed and meowed, and then she held me. I played with her earring, and then I meowed some more. I picker HER, and it worked! She took me home. Then the fun began. I play total head games with her. I REFUSE to be picked up and held, and I WILL NOT sit in a lap. I HATE brushes, and I like to use my claws whenever possible. But sometimes....in the middle of the night.....I climb on her shoulder and purr while I knead and suck the blanket (go figure!). I am a mean boy, but she loves me anyway! I'm soooo LUCKY!