I am a very proud owner of a soon to be 1 year old Aby boy (ruddy color). He is the sweetest boy born on Valentine's day. I've named him Carson.
They often say that cats have a way of choosing us instead of the other way around. I firmly believe that's true. We've experienced it first hand with our little guy, Carson.
I've always owned one cat at a time and currently have a beautiful white/black female cat named Bella. She is 6 years old and is trained to go outside on her leash. Last September I noticed that she had a flea on her forehead so I made a mental note to stop into the vet the next morning to pick up her flea medicine.
As fate would have it I arrived at the vet's office early in the morning. While I was at the reception desk a man came in with two cat carriers. He told the vet assistant that one cat was old and was scheduled to be put down in the afternoon. The other cat (7 mos) old was due to be neutered but he changed his mind and wanted him to be put down as well because he would run all around all the time and didn't like to be picked up. Apparently, the man said that the little guy scratched him when he would try to clip his claws so he felt he was dangerous.
After I purchased the flea medicine I went home and what I heard just bothered me to no end. I called the vet back to see if they could try to educate the man about kittens, because that is what they do when they are young. The vet assistant told me the man already knew that as he was a breeder and cat show judge. I talked more to the vet assistant and she agreed to try to contact the man to see if he would change his mind.
The vet assistant called me at the end of the day and said the man wouldn't put him down if I would take him and agree to have him neutered. They told me I would have to release him from any responsibility if I got scratched.
Long story short I brought the little guy home to try to socialize him before finding a new home for him. He stayed in my bathroom for about a month and I saw absolutely no signs of aggression. Toward the end of the month he jumped into my lap and purred like crazy. That sealed the deal for me....and thanks to the patience and acceptance of my other resident cat, Bella....we are enjoying a new life together with this very sweet, affectionate, smart and loyal kitty. I can't say enough about him...he is even turning into a lap cat just like Bella. And he amazes me with his fetching abilities....just like a dog.
If it wasn't for that flea on Bella's forehead our paths wouldn't have crossed. Coincidence maybe. Fate definitely.