I remember my Aunt Marie's cat, a siamese. Daniel and I were horrible; we used to chase it all over her house when we were little. It hated the two of us. ~10 years later, he would forgot who we were, and let us take him into a lap and pet him for a few minutes.
Then he'd remember, look up with a start, claw/bite, and run off.
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Then he'd remember, look up with a start, claw/bite, and run off.
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