"Too aggressive to be a pet." they said.

"Too aggressive to be a pet." they said.

Here the charmer is. Ludde, 5.5 years old now. Majestic, charming and a shedding master. I heard about him from a friend four years ago. She told me about her friend, a cat lady who took in difficult cats and rehabilitated them. Apparently he was the one she couldn't handle.

I asked for her number and I got it.

When I called and asked about him, she explained his story. He's been thrown out multiple times, hit by a car, had his tail burnt... He's been through hell. And he had serious damages on his psyche. She said that he wouldn't have a chance in the world to find a home. I told her that, yes he does and that he was gonna live with my family. She redirected me to the local cat shelter that placed him with her.

I talked to them. They said, I quote, "He's impossible, he's too aggressive to be a pet. He's injured another cat here at the shelter and attacked several other volunteers. He's going to be put down in a week, we can't help him anymore."

I told my dad. After five minutes we called them again and said we were gonna take him.

The rehabilitation lady brought him home to us. He was shaved except on his head and the tip of his tail. He shat himself all over during the car ride because of fright. Yet as soon as he came out of the shower, he strutted into the apartment like he owned the place and placed himself on a shelf. It took three days before he got along with our two other cats. It took a week for him to trust us enough to smell us. After three months, he was family. He started seeking contact and enjoyed cuddling. After a year, he learned from watching the other cats to not bite when he was annoyed, but to meow or walk away.

Now 4 years later, he can't harm a fly. He spends most of his time in the couch snoring or watches us with curiosity. I think he understands sometimes that we saved him, that he'd be fucked if I hadn't had a conversation about cats with a friend.

I take him for walks, I brush his fur, I cut his claws, I feed him and play with him.

"He's too aggressive to be a pet."

That's a quote that doesn't fit a cat that crawls up into my lap as I write about him on the internet.

All of the pictures in here are recent. I have old pictures of him somewhere deep in my computer or on an old phone but I cba to dig. Might do it if it's requested however.