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Thank you for your kind words! If you had ever rubbed his belly you might have ended up with a bloody hand! He was just that kind of cat! We loved him.

Yes, I know what you mean. As a kid, I had a big ol' tom named Spooky who adopted us. He preferred to spend most of his time outdoors but came in to be fed and have a little---very little---attention. Three pats on the head was the limit---after that you'd get a swat with claws extended. Loved him anyway. Hope you will be comforted knowing you gave Pusskie a great life. Maybe someday a new feline friend will come along.

Thank you. They always seem to come out of nowhere. I'm not sure if they are abandoned by someone, or just wander away from home, but stray cats end up where they are loved and have food and shelter. I like that name, Spooky, too!