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My cat Milo likes me. Quite a bit. And there are times that he likes my wife – in certain places in the house, under certain circumstances, at certain times. And he wishes a pox upon pretty much every other living human being he’s ever come across. Which is a very, very select number of people because Milo sightings by people other than my wife and I are kind of like Bigfoot sightings. There are rumors that a few people have caught fleeting glimpses of him over the years, but hard evidence is pretty scarce.
You may recall that on one of my visits Milo actually began to warm up to me. I actually was able to pet him once or twice without losing a finger.
I do recall that, and you are in quite rare company. I am aware of him willingly making himself visible to exactly one other person besides you (our nephew Andrew, on one occasion); both instances were quite shocking to witness. 🙂