Originally Posted by valanhb
Betsy, it just warms my heart to read this.
I remember well when you first adopted him and how scared he was, but now this. It doesn't matter if you are the only person in the world that he trusts like that...he has a good Meowmy, and that's all that matters to him.
Awww, thank you for saying that.
He really has come a long, long way - I remember wanting SO BADLY to be able to just touch
his belly, or gently rest my hand on his haunches, but simply couldn't for fear of getting slashed or bitten.
Nowadays the only bites he gives me are very gentle love bites, along with some lick-kisses, or the slightly firmer "I've had enough of that, Mum" bites, but he never, ever
strikes out at me anymore. He'll even let me brush his tail now, something I NEVER thought would ever happen.
I do chalk it up to having had him shaved a couple of years in a row - it got him used to feeling me touch him, and he learned how nice it can be.
I do still have great respect for his gigantic paws, though - he very rarely lets me trim his claws, and then only when HE thinks they are too long, and then I can only do a few at a time.
I think 7 in one sitting is my record.
I always keep in mind, though, that he's feral by nature - he can change in a heartbeat from a placid, purring huge baby in my lap to a terrified, panicking, growling feral fleeing for his life at the sound of a knock on my front door.