[greglepore]

my best barn cat was a crazy expensive toyger (look it up) that my kids bought me. Only issue was that he marked anywhere another male was, so, well, he couldn't stay in the house. But he loved the barn, and he loved me and it was all good. Except he was still a cat. He'd come to me the minute I walked into the barn and purr and rub and let me pet him...for an indeterminate length of time, and then he'd rake me as best he could.
Cause, he was a cat. Sort of like the snake in the fable.