“Me. And i know because he only interacts with other people for an hour TOPS and then tries to attack their hands if they continue interacting and then AS SOON as they leave he plops down on top of me, stares me dead in the eyes, and slow blinks while he purrs so loud he chokes himself in the process for up to half an hour before resuming whatever cat business he’s up to. Also doesn’t help that i rescued him from an abandoned building where he was having to run and hide all the time because his mother cat was trying to kill him because he couldn’t run away when she rejected him and tried to run him off. So he was under constant attack and starving to death and i fed him increasingly large amounts of tuna and kitten kibble for a WEEK in single digit temperatures in January to gain his trust to catch him. He is scared of NOTHING. Eeeeexcept for vacuum cleaners and female cats. And he tolerates the extended presence of NO ONE. Except for me.
Photo of my very happy little one eyed baby. 10 months old on Wednesday. His name is Fog.”