I was never a cat guy till Monty turned up at my door scratched up and filthy, turns out his owner had died and animal control couldn't catch him, he'd been homeless for nearly two years, I walk and train dogs for a living, every night when I come home he'll sniff me for ages then attack and f**k off till feeding time, he's still prone to hiding under the bed after four years, he can be a tool at times but he's still cool