My cat.. I found him on the streets. He was covered with fleas and had ear mites... cuts all over. I brought him to the vet... got all his shots and brought him home. He adapted quite well. Wasn't shy at all. The first morning he was with me... he jumped up on the vanity and when I was brushing my teeth he would hit my arm as if telling me... hey do that to me. Sooo I did. Put some tooth paste on my finger and he wiped his teeth.
I cracked up when I was blow drying my hair and he ran in soooo fast. Stood in front of the mirror? I suppose to make sure he liked my style. He would roll on all sides. I couldn't miss a spot. But... I must say.. it was a bit frustrating... when I was in a rush... that I still had to blow dry his fur. Even though my hair looked like crap... he looked like the handsome fella that he knew he was!