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About 3 years back I was having a garage sale and an adult tuxedo cat with opposable thumbs (polydactyl cat) came along and gave me amazing allergies. If anything, I could say that this cat was rare, but I thought "Nah, foget it. *ACHOO* there's dander in the air!". After I took a Benadryl, I came back out and inspected him, only to find that while he was clean he was malnourished. Against my better judgment, I brought out some fresh, raw tuna and a saucer of pasteurized skim milk. I decided to call him Scat, because that's what I had said when he first appeared. After eating, he snuggled at my feet and slept for a few hours, and when the garage sale was done he moved on (which I understand is odd for a cat, as a cat normally would have stayed where he could get food).
A few months after Scat moved on, I bought a beagle, Jack. After having him indoors for a white while he became acclimated to life at the Willravel residence and took his medications, he was allowed to go and explore the back yard. At first I left him out a few hours at a time, and never out of my sight, but over time I left him to his own devices. One afternoon I had Jack in the back and a cat jumped down from crossing the fence and came towards Jack. I recognized the cat as Scat immediately and went outside. As soon as Scat noticed me, he went from aggressive and menacing to calm and passive. I took Jack inside and left out some milk.
This is the one and only cat I trust.
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