Gus' fierce countenance belies his kind disposition. He greets strangers by rubbing their leg with the side of his body, perhaps something he learned from the cats he grew up with. During our one-hour visit, he was constantly on the move, running to each of us for an affectionate pat.
Gus wants everyone in the group to stay together. When I went to the bathroom, he barked at the closed door until I opened it. When we finally got up to leave, he blocked the front door, and our friend had to pick him up. He cried mournfully at our exit.
We met Gus for the first time today. I wonder how friendly he'll be when next we visit, now that he's gotten to know us. © 2012 Stephen Yuen
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