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Reminds me of when we got our cat, Chloe, but without the "attacking visitors" part. She was a save from the pound, we think part of a big family, and had to fight for every scrap of food she got. Even today, 15 years later, she still wolfs down her food like it won't be there much longer.
She's big... almost 15 pounds. But she's always been a docile cat, leery of strangers (until you feed her!), and not fond of being handled until she knows you.
I think of Pshrynk's avatar, and I just picture Chloe hiding under the bed until Pshrynk was outta ammo. Then going off to see if there's anything to eat.
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